(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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I'm standing in front of the mirror - minutes away from being escorted down the aisle. To attempt at calming my fluttering heart, I scan my dress. Nessa really pulled through with this one. As much as I hated all the fittings, this really is a dress fit for a queen's wedding.
The light fabric of the tiered dress brushes against my freshly waxed legs. The skirt drags far past me in a lacy train so delicate it looks like freshly fallen snow dragging behind. The sheer overlay of the skirt has a golden threat spun through the pearly white of the delicate material - barely noticeable by a glancing eye, but the rays of sun peeking through the window seem to catch it perfectly. I extend my right leg and my tanned skin peeks through the slit of the dress. The slit goes up all the way to where the rest of the skirt gets brought together by a corset. My middle is being squeezed by hard white fabric and silver and gold wiring that gets pulled together by the the low lace-up of the dress. I turn to take a peak at the rest. My back is largely exposed and I'm happy I went tanning with Nessa at the beach during the holidays because my skin is sun-kissed all over. I turn back to face the mirror and slowly nod in approval. My shoulders, toned from training, really does look nice with the lacy off the shoulder sleeves. My eyes dart up - to where a delicate golden necklace sits beneath my neck. My hair is swept to the side so I let my eyes trail with those golden locks where silver vines are intertwined. My gaze travels up until I'm forced to meet my own eyes. Fear. Pure fear shines in my eyes much like the sun catches the subtly golden threads in my dress.
"It's going to be okay. You're going all in and you've played your cards right. All you can hope is that it's the winning hand," I tell myself.
Out of instinct, I go over everything in my head.
I got dressed this morning and half the guests left in vans at twelve. We made a stop at the Northern Mountain Tunnel where we got out of our transport and switched to the undercover trucks.
I still remember how Nessa and Jessy scolded me for chewing my nails during the whole trip. At 1 PM, we all got back at Isabella's while the drivers of the vans continued on to the fake location. I immediately went back to my room with the help of Nessa and Jessy to prevent me from being seen by the other guests. I haven't even sensed Xavier anywhere near me today. It makes me anxious...
