If someone had told me this morning that my life would crumble before sunset, I would've laughed in their face. Because today? Today was supposed to be perfect.
My wedding day.
I stood in front of the mirror in my room at Highfane, my heart racing with excitement. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the veil resting on my dark hair. The lace was bright against the faint morning light, peeking through the curtains and I couldn't help smiling.
"Irene , you look stunning," my maid, Brielle, said, grinning as she tightened the back of my dress.
"Of course I do," I teased, turning halfway to look at her. "It's my wedding day. I'm allowed to be a little vain."
Brielle chuckled. "Simon's going to lose his mind when he sees you."
Just hearing his name sent warmth spreading through my chest. Simon Lawson. The man I loved. The man who helped me stand again when I thought I'd never breathe properly after Baron died.
Baron… my brother. My heart clenched at the memory.
