Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate
I clutched the lace edges of my veil, trying to distract myself from the thousand emotions that coursed through me.
My shoulders were rigid, my back straight against the ivory chair, and I was trying not to cry, not to show emotion. Today must be perfect to the end. But how long would I hide the tears that simmered in my hazel eyes? My lips painted a delicate rose, shook with trying to hold the cry, bumbling at the depths of my soul.
Still, I couldn't allow the tears to ruin the perfect makeup I'd spent hours getting done. The diamond-encrusted tiara felt heavy on my perfectly styled dark curls; each strand was meticulously placed to frame my heart-shaped face.