Days had finally passed, and Ariana stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding. The last few days had made her increasingly nervous…maybe because she knew this celebration was all for her. And now that the day had finally arrived, she didn't know how to feel. At this point, her emotions were all mixed.
Leah curled the front part of her hair. Ariana wore a dark, silverish gown that flowed freely down her body. It had short sleeves, paired with long gloves that reached her elbows. The silver hairpin, used to hold her beautiful bow bun in place, complemented the gown perfectly.
"Queen Ariana, everything is done," Leah said, stepping back a bit. Ariana nodded with a calm smile.
Just then, the door opened—and her heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly who it was, even though she hadn't seen him yet. Her husband.
Her heart raced.
