Chapter 15

My schedule has been so hectic for preparing the wedding. I was busy commanding the handmaidens for the bouquet and all things. The list of tasks seemed endless: finalizing the menu with the caterers, choosing the perfect music playlist, and ensuring every detail of the decoration matched our theme.

Amidst all this, I had to find time for dress fittings and makeup trials.

"Your bride looks so beautiful, Your Highness," the wedding coordinator remarked, her voice echoing in the opulent fitting room. As I stepped out, Thomas's gaze met mine, a look of sheer admiration etched on his face. His jaw moved, his eyes fixed on mine, and my heart leaped for a second.

"Yes, she is," Thomas replied, his voice a mixture of pride and affection.

In the background, I heard Beta Caleb's light scoff. "Is this the last gown?" he asked to the sales lady. Her cheeks flushed and nodded at the beta.

"We will take it." Thomas declared with a decisive air. He adjusted his tie and rose from the couch, his