60. Something Old, Something Blue

Reyna

The sun cast its golden rays through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room with a warm glow. I sat on a plush armchair, scrolling through the final checklist on a tablet.

Food tasting—done. Security measures for the Alphas—done. Music selection—done. The list went on, but with each checkmark, I felt a satisfying sense of accomplishment. Every item ticked off was a step closer to my wedding day—a day that, despite its overwhelming enormity, was finally coming together.

Just as I was relishing this tiny moment of calm, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I call out, setting the tablet aside.

The door swung open, and a servant stepped in. “Luna, Queen Consort Deana has arrived.”

My ears perk up at this, and I place the tablet down before getting to my feet.

“Thank you. Please, have her meet me in the garden. I’ll be right there,” I say.

I feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of her arrival. Would she approve of all the wedding plans?

I take a seat acro