Vivica’s POV
The wedding was pushed back by an hour so I could compose myself and redo my makeup. Celia worked quickly to retouch my face, apologizing incessantly for having left me alone in the first place.
I told her not to be hard on herself, assuring her it wasn’t her fault at all. If I had wanted a crowd around me, Adrian would have hired a professional makeup artist with their entire crew. So this was simply a misfortune that was bound to happen.
We headed to the wedding venue shortly after, a grand hall on the first floor.
As I dismantled the stairs, Adrian and the pack members waited at the foot of it, staring intently as the long train of my gown flowed in sync with the music.His eyes followed my every movement; they told me how beautiful he thought I looked. I smiled shyl
