“Breathe, Blair. You look like you’re about to pass out,” Sutton said, adjusting the delicate veil in Blair’s hair.

“I’m fine,” Blair insisted, though her heart was racing. “Just... processing.”

Keira snorted, carefully touching up Blair’s makeup. “Processing that in exactly thirty-seven minutes, you’re going to be Mrs. Roman Kingston?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds so... real,” Blair whispered.

“That’s because it is real,” Sutton laughed softly. ...