I looked at my reflection in the mirror and could barely recognize myself. My uncle had insisted that the wedding should be grand and had invited the very best of the best. My makeup artist had done a perfect job highlighting all my best features, and I looked so different, so beautiful, yet unfamiliar.
Throughout my years in boarding school, my wardrobe consisted solely of combat trousers and black t-shirts—simple and plain. I never had the opportunity to let my hair down, quite literally. The idea of wearing a gown seemed like a distant luxury. Returning home, I found myself presented with the finest dresses and clothes. While I anticipated some differences, I wasn't prepared to be so taken aback.
Marrying Kelvin was never part of my plan. After years of relentless training, of proving
