“Breathe, Blair. You look like you’re about to pass out,” Sutton said, adjusting the delicate veil in Blair’s hair.
“I’m fine,” Blair insisted, though her heart was racing. “Just... processing.”
Keira snorted, carefully touching up Blair’s makeup. “Processing that in exactly thirty-seven minutes, you’re going to be Mrs. Roman Kingston?”
“When you say it like that, it sounds so... real,” Blair whispered.
“That’s because it is real,” Sutton laughed softly. “After everything you’ve been through to get here, I’d hope so.”
Blair glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her dress was perfect. The hairdresser had styled her hair in loose waves.
Inside, though, she felt anything but calm. Not because she was having doubts… she had never been more certain of anything in her life, but because
