Damien
The morning of the main wedding came faster than I expected. I barely slept last night.
My head had been full of checklists, last-minute arrangements, and the underlying feeling that something could go wrong.
I was never the type to care much about ceremonies, but this wasn't just any event. It was my wedding and this time, it was going to be a public, televised event.
Following the mishaps that happened recently, It had to be perfect.
I stood by the mirror, buttoning the cuffs of my white shirt. My jacket was hung on the chair beside me—it was pressed and spotless.
I made sure that every detail had been double-checked, ranging from the guest lists, flower arrangements, lighting, sound, even the seat placements for the royal families attending. Nothing was left to chance.
Serena had been quiet all week, more than usual. After what happened with her father, she'd tried to stay strong, but I knew better than anyone that she was only pretending.
