The air was crisp, carrying the soft scent of early spring.
Emily stood before the mirror in the guest bedroom of the Blackwood estate, smoothing her hands over the dress.
It fit like a dream.
Perfectly tailored, hugging her waist, flowing effortlessly as if it had been made for her and only her.
She turned slightly, studying her reflection.
No veil. No extravagant bridal jewelry.
Just this dress, simple heels, and the faintest trace of natural makeup.
She looked…
Like herself.
Not a woman forced into a marriage.
Not a bride of convenience.
Just Emily.
A knock at the door made her turn.
Lila peeked her head inside, then froze.
“…Okay. I officially take back everything I said about this being a rushed disaster,”she muttered, stepping inside.
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