DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 77- My Wife

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The wedding soon arrived. The castle grounds bustled with excitement and fervid. Every servant worked hard and it took a week for everything to be properly settled. There wasn't a single moment where the hallways were quiet. There were always busy bodies trying their best to not run in their rush to prepare everything.

Jennie's heart couldn't stop racing. She was being dressed by a handful of familiar faces, which were the maids in rotation. It was the same routine, but she wanted to do the majority of things alone. For example, taking baths by herself.

"Your Grace, you look so beautiful..." Paige breathed out, her eyes widening at the state of the Princess. Even though she had been a part of the process, she still couldn't believe her eyes.

Jennie could barely breathe properly. They had fastened a corset upon her, and she was simply too nervous. Nonetheless, she allowed them to guide her off the raised platform and towards the enormous mirror in her closest.

"Oh my..." Jennie was surprised as well.

The entire time they dressed her, she was in a daze. But now that she had seen the hard work of all six maids, she was blown away.

The gown was large and touched the ground, dazzling white and golden. Tiny pearls, diamonds, and crystals were sewn into the material, catching the light no matter what she did.

She glowed ethereally, her thin shoulders emphasized by the royal red robes. Blindly white silver designs swirled upon the dress, like flowers magnificently blooming in spring.

Words could not describe the gown she wore. She felt like the Queen of Heaven in this white dress that had a long train of fabric behind it, accompanied by an even longer veil that would surely catch flight with each step she took. A crown of silver danced upon the edges of the sheer veil draped into her bun.

It would take at least three people to pick up the trains of fabric to properly help her walk near the staircase, where she'd have to descend alone and head for the gardens.

"This way, Your Grace," Paige gently guided.

Jennie turned around, her eyes landing upon the doors. She knew it was time for the entire nation to see her.

This was a highly anticipated wedding and she heard many esteemed guests from all corners of the country were invited. There were Crown Princes and Princesses, wealthy men and women, prestigious gentlemen and ladies, the list went on. It was an exclusive event that only the elite of the elite was able to personally witness with their eyes.

She heard the chefs cooked for a few days to ensure perfection. There were helicopters and priceless cars arriving, being valeted by the castle staff, and paparazzi waiting outside the castle gates where the guests arrived. Everyone hoped to catch a glimpse of the bride-to-be.

To say Jennie was nervous was an understatement. Her heart was loudly thumping in her chest, eager to fall out. Her stomach uncomfortably churned and she felt her breakfast coming back up.

"We may head out now," Jennie said. She barely kept her voice in control, despite her shoulders that wanted to tremble.

The cream of the crop elites was going to be watching her. Everyone would gouge her, scrutinizing from head to toe, finding any flaws they could, and run with it.

Jennie understood the importance of this event for herself. It wasn't just a wedding. It was her opportunity to show the world who was finally occupying the empty throne beside the King of Wraith.