Idalia
Today was the day I would give myself to Blaze. He was turning twenty one and taking over the flock as their king. I looked at myself in the marbled framed mirror, my wedding dress was beautiful. It was white, off the shoulder with golden accents on the belly area and on the end of the big flowy sleeves.
It traveled down in a loose skirt and a slit on the side, courtesy of April. I still laugh at the idea of her naughty side of herself.
“You look beautiful, Idalia,” April said as the servant braided my hair. I was overwhelmed with emotions.
“Are you nervous?” she asked, holding my hand as she rubbed my knuckles to soothe me.
“I’m excited more than anything. It’s all becoming too real, and I can’t wait to be Blaze’s wife. I just wish my parents were here,” I re
