Lucifer's POV
The bridal suite smelled of crushed jasmine, heavy hairspray, and expensive French perfume, but beneath the velvet luxury, my mind was running through all the wedding plans and how we were finally here.
I sat still in front of the vanity mirror as the glam squad buzzed around me like hyperactive flies and I couldn't stop the small, unconscious smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
Sebastian and I had talked about getting married for so long... For years, the idea had felt like a distant, impossible dream... a sanctuary I wasn't allowed to touch.
As much as I wanted nothing more than to spend the absolute rest of my fucking life with him, I had also been terrified to take this final, bold step.
Because getting married to Sebastian Montgomery meant putting a giant, glowing target directly on his back.
