Yaroslava's POV
It wasn't how I'd imagined my wedding, but the next hour flew by like a dream. A nightmarish, crazy, scary dream.
Maybe it was the shock of the suddenness of the event. Or perhaps I just realized that Jan was uncomfortable and so was I.
For starters, under Macy's total attention, I returned to Jan and I's bedroom where I was pushed into a bubble bath and then into a white chiffon dress. It wasn't a wedding dress, of course, but the flowing, light waves of the Greek-inspired gown were lovely nonetheless. And the rather revealing thigh-high neckline only occasionally showed thro
