Aria’s POV
I had never been this spoiled in my life.
Mandy had made it her personal mission to pamper me from head to toe, as though sheer effort could turn me into some ethereal goddess for the ceremony. She had summoned every beauty specialist she knew—hair, skin, nails, even some strange herbal steam that had me wrapped like a parcel in my own bathroom.
I had rolled my eyes at first, muttering that I didn’t need any of this, that Klaus would marry me regardless of how shiny my hair looked or how soft my skin felt. But Mandy had ignored me with the stubborn precision only she could wield, waving her hands like a queen directing an orchestra.
And so, I surrendered.
I lay back, allowing masks to cool on my face, oils to seep into my scalp, and soft hands to knead the exhaustion from m
