Bianca
Day by day, the palace became increasingly busy with wedding preparations. At the two week mark, the palace servants began their arduous task of cleaning the entire place until it sparkled. At the one week mark, decorations started.
Finally, in just three days, I would be walking down the aisle toward Isaac, exchanging vows we didn’t mean, promising forever to a man who hardly even looked me in the eye anymore.
And to top it all off, my family was arriving today.
I stood at my bedroom window, watching as servants scurried about, carrying fresh linens and flowers to prepare the guest suites. The public was already camping outside the palace gates, hoping to catch a glimpse. Journalists lurked everywhere they could manage, cameras at the ready, eager to document the ti
