|Casmira’s POV|
The white lace glides over my skin like a whisper, delicate and soft, molding to every curve of my body as I stare at myself in the mirror. The wedding dress is an absolute masterpiece—Sophia's finest creation. The fitted bodice is adorned with intricate embroidery, shimmering in the soft light, while the skirt cascades like a waterfall of silk and tulle, flowing around me in graceful waves. The sweetheart neckline draws attention to the line of pearls gracing my throat, and the translucent lace sleeves add a touch of ethereal elegance. A glittering veil trails behind me, dotted with tiny crystal accents that sparkle like dew drops.
I look like a queen. An ethereal goddess. A woman who has it all.
And for the next six months, I will.
I just have to keep reminding mysel
