Freya’s POV
I strolled into the palace kitchen, where a calamity was taking place.
“We only have two days to get this place in order,” hollered Cook. I think she enjoyed having an entire room of minions to do her bidding.
She leveled me with a glare, and I froze. “Did I do something?”
“Two days to plan a wedding dinner, dessert, and make a cake for five hundred people. Who do you think I am?”
I wrinkled my nose. Grace said there would be a lot of people coming, but five hundred seemed excessive.
“I’m sorry. Ezren didn’t want to wait any longer than we had to, and the marriage license took two days to get.”
“Two days? How about two weeks? Go tell him two weeks, and I will make it perfect.”
I hurried over and kissed her round cheek. “It will be perfect no matter how many days it tak
