Spring brought life back to Ravenmoor. The biting cold of winter had finally given way to the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Inside the castle, the corridors buzzed with activity.
Servants hurried past carrying baskets of flowers. Every corner of Ravenmoor was humming with the wedding preparation. The wedding was only seven days away.
Alina stood on a small platform in her room while Marguerite crouched at her feet, her mouth full of pins. Cecily was also there, adjusting the long train of her gown.
"If you move an inch, I'll pin this to your skin," Marguerite mumbled, assessing the hem.
Alina laughed and glanced at her reflection.
"You've been adjusting the same hem for ten minutes, Marguerite."
"Because perfection takes time."
Alina rolled her eyes.
