Phoebe's POV
"You look absolutely stunning, my lady," Marcela whispers, her eyes brimming with tears.
After Mason's death, I refused to let another omega serve as my personal maid. Getting close to them felt impossible. Mason's loss cut deeper than I care to acknowledge.
That's why Marcela has stayed by my side, stepping into that role. Along with Lynn and Rosa, who frequently visit the healer for guidance, I don't feel the need for another friend.
Timothy drops by to chat with me occasionally too. They're all I need.
"The king will be absolutely captivated by you." Marcela can't contain her grin. "The ceremony starts in two hours. Ready?"
I don't think I'll ever feel ready, but I nod regardless.
The red dress hugs my frame perfectly. This sacred color belongs to our kingdom alone, reserved exclusively for the king and queen on this day.
The shade enhances my complexion and brown hair beautifully. My hair is woven into intricate braids, prepared for the crown's placement.
