***LIAM’S POV***
The room is bustling with activity as the servants fuss over us, ensuring every detail is perfect for the upcoming wedding.
Tailors and stylists are busy ensuring that our wedding attire fits perfectly, each thread stitched with precision.
The room is filled with the hum of chatter and the scent of cologne, intermingling with the palpable energy of excitement.
It's already 10pm, and we only have two hours left before the ceremony begins.
“Dang.” Lucien suddenly lets out a frustrated sigh, causing Lucas and I to turn towards him, my brow furrowed in concern.
"What is it, Lucien?" Lucas asks, his voice filled with curiosity. Lucien's eyes light up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"I can already imagine how Camilla will look as she walks down the hall,"
