Malia’s POV

I hadn’t even thought about a veil yet, but now that I had the dress and shoes, it seemed like the next step. Simone carefully placed a few options in front of me, ranging from long, flowing cathedral veils to shorter, simpler designs.

Claire picked up one with delicate lace edging, holding it up for me to see. “This would be gorgeous with your dress, Malia.”

I nodded, already imagining how it would look. Simone placed it gently over my head, adjusting it so the lace framed my face just right. As I looked in the mirror, I felt a wave of emotion. It all felt real now—the...