Everyone at Peliarus was so busy due to the upcoming grand celebration. This only happens once in a decade or two - the wedding of the ruler of this land.
Women were busy collecting flowers and orchids from the forest. The children were the ones who took care of the household while the men were the ones who prepare the foods like for example the roasted pigs and beef.
"Mom, can't we just make the celebration something more..." Mom cut me off in my mid sentence.
"No can do Thalia! You are the soon to be wife of a ruler and therefore your wedding should be grand. Prepare now for we will go to the seamstress. Your gown needs to be sewn."
I've been trying to persuade her to make the celebration less grand for how many days already and her answer is still the same.
I sighed and decided
