Camille's POV

I sat on the winding chair in the studio, my stylist had made me up to a perfect queen, I could see myself being admired by everyone who would set eyes on me. Lucian was in his own studio, getting his preparation treatment for the wedding. I just sat here, imagining how he would look after he was done with his dress-up and make-up.

The last thing I would get to see and wear was going to be my wedding gown. I hadn't set eyes on it since Lucian told me that it was ready. He told me it was covered in pearls and diamonds, each of the...