The scent of flowers lingered as Catherine emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a striking red satin robe. Her gaze flickered towards me briefly, and it was incredibly annoying.

While Nana and I prepared her evening gown, Gema and Cassie immediately began drying Catherine's hair. Tonight was her first mating night with Elijah.

Ironically, I prepared the bride to look beautiful and alluring.

"No perfume," Catherine ordered. "King Elijah will inhale my natural scent because we are mates."

Gema and Cassie nodded and smiled shyly. Hearing that, I wanted to vomit right then and there.

She did not need to spell it out—I already understood.

If Catherine was so confident,...