As Alyssa looked at herself in the mirror, the elven princess in that dreamy sheer silk wedding dress did not seem like her. The hollow sensation in the pit of Alyssa's stomach increased.
The last two days were a whirlwind, and despite the sudden quiet of their enemies, her dread was undeniable. She had breakfast with her family, and it was wonderful, but even amidst their love, something kept eating at her.
Elliandre made no mention of what she heard, but their eyes met, and Alyssa’s suspicions were confirmed. Her mother did hear, and from the thoughtful way her father studied her, she had spoken to him.
Alyssa did not yet believe that any of it was more than coincidence. Her unwillingness stemmed from fear that it may not be true, but Tatiana did not doubt it. Her grandmother was a
