Early in the morning, we were all ready to head to the grand dining room where everything would take place. I had been preparing for a while, wearing the dress I had designed.
Timothee stood at the door, smiling with amusement as he watched me adjust my gown in front of the mirror, a hint of worry on my face.
"Do I look okay?" I asked, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle.
Timothee stepped closer, his eyes warm and reassuring.
"You look stunning, mate," he said softly, his gaze traveling from the hem of my dress to my eyes. "Like you stepped right out of an enchanted forest."
I blushed, turning slightly to hide my smile. "You're just saying that."
He shook his head, his expression earnest. "No, I mean it. You have this incredible talent for bringing magic into everything you do. It s
