The makeup team bet been here for an hour alredy! We use to pay ready for the wedding!
* smarted my bareh, bering my bridesmaid duties.
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im empty, sweetie: thews to go help Clere yet ready for her wedding today I explained, gathering my things hastily, “I won’t be able to spend
The saperness made my beart melt a tile, i peply touched bis chwok.
That* wweet of you, but bride preparation is very boring for julle boys. eald with a small smile, Tl be super busy until the ceremony
We’ll see Audrey at the wedding very soon. Clara needs her help right
Okay! Go make Elare pretty! You’ll be the best. um..“.
tahlsamaid ever! Huah declared with chillike conviction.
I grabbed my garment bag
my heat ese you faith at the versiony
I hurried out the show and beard the dexaton.
The Mobles gutte ena in the top lam, and Clara would surely kill
if layed her beauty regimen any further.
Thu, Feb 5 IS
Chapter 118
The elevator seemed deliberately slow this morning, stopping at nearly every floor.
When I finally reached the top level, I sprinted down the hallway, following the signs to the bridal suite.
1 knocked once before pushing the door open.
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The suite was a flurry of activity. Three stylists moved around Clara, who sat in a plush chair before a massive mirror, draped in a white silk
tobe.
Her face brightened when she spotted me.
Finally! I thought you’d abandoned me on my wedding day,” she teased.
Never, I promised, hanging my dress on the designated rack. “Though it looks like you have plenty of help.”
Clara rolled her eyes. “They’re all obsessed with my hair. Nobody’s talking to me about important things.”
The lead stylist excused herself to retrieve some styling tools from another room, and the others followed, leaving us momentarily alone.
Clara immediately leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I need to ask you something.”
The intensity in her eyes made me laugh. “What is it?”
She glanced around nervously before asking, “Does it… you know… hurt a lot? The first time?”
I blinked, momentarily confused, before understanding dawned.
“Clara Willow! It’s barely morning, and you’re already thinking about tonight?”
A blush crept across her cheeks. “I’m nervous, okay? We’ve been waiting until marriage, and I just… I don’t want to disappoint him.”
My heart softened. For all her sophistication, Clara sometimes revealed a vulnerability.
“It’s different for everyone,” I said gently. “But Finley loves you. That’s what matters.”
She nodded, seeming reassured.
Im so glad you’re here, Audrey. I couldn’t do this without you.”
Before I could respond, the stylists returned, and the morning dissolved into a whirlwind of preparations.
The ceremony was breathtaking.
The hotel had transformed its grand ballroom into a dream–like garden.
Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over white roses and delicate baby’s heath. A pathway of pale pink petals led to an arch adorned with cascading flowers.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
