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Today, I was getting married.
The thought finally settled as I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.
A strange laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. Not because it was funny, but because for so many years, I had imagined this day would fill me with fear.
Instead, I felt peaceful.
A soft knock sounded against my bedroom door.
“My Lady?” Mina’s gentle voice called. “May I come in?”
“You may.”
The door opened carefully, and Mina stepped inside carrying several neatly folded garment bags. She was followed by two younger maids balancing trays filled with jewelry, flowers, ribbons, and polished shoes.
The moment Mina looked at me, she smiled.
“You’re already awake.”
“I don’t think I slept very much.”
“I expected as much.”
She placed the garments carefully across the sofa
