SCARLETT ROSE
The time seems to fly by since the day Kieran slid the ring onto my finger, promising a future together. Months of preparation, meetings with vendors, and endless decisions have finally led us to the eve of our wedding. Tomorrow, I’ll officially be Scarlett Blackwood, and the thought is both thrilling and terrifying.
This morning, I woke to the soft sunlight streaming through the mansion’s massive windows. The house is in organized chaos; last-minute touches are being made, and the planning team seems to be everywhere at once.
I make my way downstairs with a cup of coffee in hand, trying to ignore the knot of anxiety forming in my stomach. The main hall is nearly unrecognizable, transformed into a setting fit for a fairy tale. Glittering chandeliers, flowers in shades of c
