Nora's POV
The morning of my wedding arrived with a quiet heaviness that I couldn't shake. I was supposed to feel happy, excited even. Every girl dreamed of this moment: the gowns, the laughter, the preparations. But all I felt was empty.
Olivia had gone above and beyond. Despite everything happening in her own life, despite Alpha Lennox's situation weighing heavily on her, she'd poured her heart into making my wedding day perfect. She'd hired the best designers for both my traditional and white gowns, each hand-stitched with crystal embroidery that shimmered when the light touched them.
The venue, the grand pack hall inside the mansion, had been transformed overnight. Golden drapes cascaded from the ceiling, white roses lined every aisle, and a chandelier of moonstones glowed softly above the altar. It looked like a royal wedding, not a wedding between a maid and a warrior.
