*Saoirse*
I sat in front of my vanity, touching up my makeup for what felt like the millionth time.
I took a deep breath in and let a deep breath out.
It was my wedding day. I shouldn’t have been worried about my fiancé’s whereabouts. I should have only been concerned about how I looked and if I was on time. I decided that was what I was going to do.
The minutes ticked by. They felt like hours. This was what it would be like to be queen. I would have to constantly put my life on pause for any emergency that popped up. In fact, it made me feel better realizing that this would be the norm. It wasn’t personal.
I wouldn’t let myself think about Alexa.
The attendants walked in, double-checking all their work and fixing the elaborate braids so they crowned my copper hair artfully. They fixed all the areas of makeup that I had tried to fix myself. Makeup had never been my strong suit. I should have just waited for them to get back anyway.
