63. Heart of the Goddess

I straightened the skirt of the puffy black and gold ball gown and looked nervously at my husband. Sangaar smiled reassuringly and, capturing my fingers, slowly pressed them to his lips, instilling confidence that everything will be fine.

- Shan, are you sure that everything will work out? - I asked for the hundredth time, afraid to even imagine that something could go wrong.

- All the way, dear. Stop being afraid already. Otherwise, the rest will feel your anxiety and spit on our grand plan.

- Well, I do not! - I was immediately indignant, remembering how much time and nerves the preparation of...