[Irene Miles’ POV]
Five months later.
“That’s not how you curl the hair, you will end up damaging them… let me do it.” Luna Eleanor had been busier than ever in the past few weeks. The maid and she have been arguing over my hairstyle for twenty minutes now.
“Please stop!” I interrupt them. “I will keep my hair loose. I like them that way.” Now that the hairstyle was decided, they looked a little disappointed, but she brushed my hair and the maid helped me wear the while translucent veil. I peered at myself in the mirror.
Maybe I am beautiful. No, not maybe. I am beautiful.
Today is my wedding day. My wedding with Zane. I have been nervous about this day for months. My stomach would flip just by thinking of this day and here I was, sitting in my white wedding gown. But this marriage
