Athena and I finally tore ourselves away from Adam’s studio after a dozen more checks in the mirror, my heart still fluttering with a light, airy happiness. The heavy weight of the gown was replaced by the cool night air as we stepped back out into the stronghold’s main corridor, the heavy wooden doors shutting softly behind us.
I looked over at Athena, a sudden wave of practical, bridal anxiety washing over the lingering excitement. Tomorrow was the day. The entire territory would be gathered at the pavilion, and with my father's scouts creeping around our borders just twenty-four hours ago, I needed to know exactly where we stood.
"Athena," I started, turning to her as we walked at a brisk pace down the stone hallway. "What needs to be done for tomorrow? What’s left on the checklist? D
