NORA POV
This will be the third time the makeup artist is adding a final touch to my face because the makeup has been sitting there for almost two hours now, and the ceremony will start in about fifty-two minutes.
It’s finally our mating ceremony.
Yes, Derek didn’t waste time on it. It was fixed barely a week after our return.
And the reason this makeup has been melting on my face since morning is because Lyra took full charge of my wedding dress. She refused to let me see it until today, saying, “The queen deserves to be surprised.”
I had begged, pleaded, and even tried to sneak a peek yesterday, but she guarded that dress like it was made of gold.
The door suddenly opened, and we all turned, thinking it was finally Lyra, but it was Maya. Even my little bridesmaids—Liora and Phoebe—
