[Malia’s POV]

Just a day ago, Nivera had been the one sitting in front of this mirror and admiring herself. Today, I was the one who sat down there, touching the crystal beaded necklace around my neck as a smile clung tightly to my lips.

“You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen,” my father said as soon as he opened the door of the dressing room and saw me sitting all alone, as I had sent away the stylist, maids and makeup artist since my dad wanted to see me.

“Of course, I am. I have all the beauty and elegance of a Luna,” I agreed.

“The...