Poppy’s POV

The past week has been full of meals with Erik, always chaperoned, of course. My father wasn’t pleased to hear that Erik had snuck into my bed chamber last week, so he increased nighttime security and had a chaperone with me at all times.

A guard even stayed in my sitting room all night.

But I suppose desperate times called for desperate measures.

I couldn’t believe that Erik and I were getting married tomorrow. Our mothers had ...