As her carriage rolled down the packed streets, overflowing with people eager to even get a glimpse of their Emperor’s soon to be wife, Shirina sat inside alone pondering. The bracelet of her mother was wrapped around her wrist, and the sweet scent was calming her heart down.
It was a good thing that the beautician had opted for a waterproof make up otherwise her crying after seeing her mother’s bracelet would have ruined her face and destroyed all the efforts made by the maids and Lady Elizabeth and the professionals who tried they best to make her look her best.
She knew it was almost impossible for her mother’s scent to have still remain attached to the bracelet without any strong preservation techniques. Did her father do it? For the longest time, she had believed her father had for
