A few weeks later, I stood in front of a mirror on a pedestal in Annick’s apartment. My stomach knotted as I stared at my reflection. Anni came over, pulling my hair back and pinning it up with a silver bejeweled clip. I looked like a bride, and it made my heart stop. Was I really ready to get married? It was happening so fast.
“You look lovely, my dear,” Annick said, smiling at me in the mirror. “With a professional hair and makeup crew, you’ll barely be able to recognize yourself.”
I swallowed. “That sounds like a problem.”
Anni laughed softly. “Are you nervous?”
I nodded. “Very.”
He smiled. “Don’t be. Jacob loves you. The country loves you. And it’s not even your wedding day. So, don’t be worried. Be excited.”
“I am excited,” I told him. “But I’m also n
