Hailee's POV
It was my wedding day.
Two weeks had passed since Nathan asked me to marry him, but it still felt unreal. Every time I looked at the ring on my finger, my heart fluttered like it was the first time all over again.
I was standing in my room while the dressmaker fixed the last details of my gown. My hair was almost done, soft curls falling over my shoulders. When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.
I was smiling.
Truly smiling.
I was getting married to the man I loved.
My mate.
My safe place.
After everything I had been through… the pain, the loss, the fear… I was finally here.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Come in," I said, thinking it was one of the maids.
The door opened.
And my breath caught.
Nathan stood there.
Already dressed.
He was in a dark suit, perfectly fitted, his hair neatly styled. He looked so handsome it made my chest ache.
"Nathan," I said, laughing softly. "You're early."
