C47 Chapter 47

Melia's pov

I’d never actually imagined my wedding day. Though I've fantasized about a chaotic whirlwind—the kind of day where brides trip over their veils and makeup artists break down over mismatched lipstick.

But now here I was, standing in front of the mirror, feeling something far more serene than I ever expected.

Well, mostly serene. The butterflies in my stomach were doing the cha-cha