Chapter 112

Lyra’s POV

At last, the day I have long awaited is here. I wake before dawn, my heart brimming with excitement. Light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, as if the sun itself is celebrating this moment. With a joyful spirit, I leap out of bed and begin to dance around my room, the plush carpet cool beneath my bare feet. Today I will be officially wedded to Alistair once more—and this time, in every sense that matters.

The entire suite has been transformed into a bridal salon. By the window, the makeup artist’s station gleams: brushes arranged by size, powder compact open, foundations lined up by shade. On a nearby table, fashion designers and their assistants stand ready, presenting glittering necklaces, earrings, tiaras, and bracelets to Sienna and Audrey. They hold each piece carefully, showing me one delicate crystal-encrusted hair comb after another, while the light catches the facets like tiny stars. I flutter between them, my pulse racing with ant