The next morning began with a disaster.
Not an ancient disaster.
Not a magical disaster.
Not a prophecy-related disaster.
A wedding disaster.
Which, according to the wedding planner, was somehow worse.
Aliena learned this the moment her bedroom door burst open.
Three maids entered.
Then four more.
Then two seamstresses.
Then the wedding planner herself.
For one horrifying moment, Aliena thought they had brought an army.
"My Lady."
That tone was never good.
Never.
Aliena immediately pulled her blanket higher.
"No."
The wedding planner blinked.
"I haven't said anything yet."
"I know."
"Then how do you know you're saying no?"
"Experience."
The planner looked personally attacked.
Unfortunately for Aliena, the woman recovered quickly.
"My Lady, today is your final jewelry fitting."
"No."
"The final hairstyle consultation."
"No."
"The final veil selection."
"No."
"The final review of the guest seating arrangement."
"Absolutely not."
