Arene was standing in the same place after Rain's departure, leaving her with a forehead kiss, his scent lingering around her and the promise to see her at the altar. But another one of his parting gifts were the whirlwind of thoughts that had metaphorically whisked her away in an entirely different direction than the one she had been headed in before, while not allowing her to move even by an inch, physically.

She only became aware of her surroundings when she heard a knock on the door, by the attendants seeking permission to enter her room. It was the designers and stylists, one of whom offered an explanation for...