On the day of the wedding, I was dressed in traditional bridal finery. The moment Julian saw me, his eyes lit up.
We walked down the flower-adorned aisle hand-in-hand. Julian got down on one knee and reverently slipped the ring onto my finger.
Witnessed by all the Beastkin present, he made a vow to love and cherish me forever.
During the reception, a few Beastkin muttered among themselves, "I thought Clara was going to marry Tristan. Where did this Julian Hayes even come from?"
Julian's face darkened, but I squeezed his hand. "Since you aren't here to offer your sincere blessings, please leave."
Their expressions shifted immediately, and they scrambled to apologize. "It was just a slip of the tongue! You two are absolutely made for each other, a perfect match!"
Julian rolled his eyes
