Abigail’s POV
Sunlight poured through the tall windows like golden syrup, gilding the cream walls of the sitting room and draping everything in a warm, honeyed glow.
The air was alive with laughter and the sweet scent of rosewater, as Vicky, Camille, Hannah, and Lily swirled around me like a hive of hummingbirds, hands full of brushes, bangles, and fabrics. Eager to help me get ready.
I twirled in front of the mirror, my dress, white, fluid, and luminous, caught the light like dew kissed by dawn. Gold bangles chimed at my wrists, each delicate clink sending a ripple of joy through me. My cheeks ached from smiling so much.
Today wasn’t just a day, it was the beginning.
Kael was coming.
To take me home.
To our home.
“You look like a goddess,” Camille whispered, tucking a glossy curl
