—Mabel—

The faint chimes of wedding bells drifted through the air. White, fluffy clouds dotted the blue sky, and the trees still sparkled with early morning dews.

Inside the dressing room of Château d’Étoile, I stared nervously at my reflection in the mirror.

The glam team had come and gone, and I was wearing one of Émilie Laurent's masterpieces.

The gown shone like frost-kissed petals in sunlight, its bodice sculpted into a sweetheart neckline that melted into sheer sleeves.

The skirt ...