C45 Chapter 45
Melia's pov
The sound of fabric swishing filled the boutique as I twirled in front of the mirror, watching the delicate lace of my dress shimmer under the soft lighting. My fingers traced the intricate floral patterns, and I couldn’t help but smile. I looked like a bride—a bride who was just days away from marrying a man who, against all odds, had claimed my heart completely
