Chapter 149
Emmaline
Just three days to the wedding. Everything is going well.
Well, everything except this.
"Now which one?" I hold up two pieces of lace—one deep crimson, one pale ivory. "I need extra opinions."
Im Lina sits cross-legged on my bed, already in her pajamas despite it being barely evening. She's been here for three hours, which means Choi Jihun is probably wandering the estate looking lost without her. Good.
"The red one," she says, then immediately wavers. "No, the ivory. Wait—"
"You said that for the last four pieces I showed you."
She groans, flopping back onto the pillows. "They all look good on you. You look good in everything. It's unfair."
I turn to the mirror, holding the crimson set against my skin.
I turn back to the elf standing awkwardly by the door.
Kirelle.
