[Leif's POV—ThorenVald Estate—Wedding Hall Preparations Begin]
The world smelled like flowers.
Literally.
Every inch of the estate was exploding with white lilies, crystal lanterns, and sparkling fabric that Alina kept calling "magical fairy dust curtains." Workers rushed around carrying long ribbons, giant wreaths, crates of candles, trays of snacks—
It was beautiful.
It was chaotic.
And I loved it.
I sat in the bridal preparation hall wearing a silk robe as the Three Beautifying Demons—Emma, Jenny, and Natasha—circled me with the concentration of surgeons and the enthusiasm of dramatic theater actors.
"Emma, the curls!"
"Already doing them!"
"Jenny, highlight!"
"On it!"
"Natasha, the suit accessories!"
"I AM GOD."
…They were terrifying.
Alina sat opposite me, kicking her legs happily, watching the three women spin around me like glitter tornadoes.
"Brother!" she shouted. "You're glowing!"
