CAMILLA’S POV***
I was sitting in my room, lost in my own thoughts, when a gentle knock came at the door.
"Come in," I called out, curiosity tingling in my voice. The door swung open, revealing a stylist and her assistants, carrying an array of dresses and different pairs of heels.
I was pleasantly surprised by their arrival, wondering what this new development was all about.
"What's all this for?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine curiosity.
The stylist looked at me, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Are you seriously asking that?" she responded, her tone laced with a hint of incredulity.
"It's your wedding tomorrow, Camilla. These are your options. We’re here to help you choose a dress.”
Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity, and a sudden realization wash
