*Saoirse*

I sat in front of my vanity, touching up my makeup for what felt like the millionth time.

I took a deep breath in and let a deep breath out.

It was my wedding day. I shouldn’t have been worried about my fiancé’s whereabouts. I should have only been concerned about how I looked and if I was on time. I decided that was what I was going to do.

The minutes ticked by. They felt like hours. This was what it would be like to be queen. I would have ...