(Morrigan’s P.O.V)
It’s finally the day of the wedding and the servants around the palace are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, with my mother and the soon-to-be mother-in-laws barking out orders. Winnie, Ilayda, Adelina, and I are all getting ready our parent's suite because it’s big enough to fit us, our dresses, and our entourage. The brides-to-be are all nervous, I can feel it rolling off of them, but then again, we all are. We’ve not heard anything from Calida, Silas, or Beatrix other than the vision I had of them planning their attack for today.
“You look beautiful, Morrigan,” Winnie states as Catherine finishes with my hair.
I look in the mirror and see the finished product, a beautiful flower crown, and my hair in beautiful beachy waves. While Jolene kept it simple with the makeup, a beautiful nude palette with a rose-colored lip. My skin looked sun-kissed and dewy.
“Damn, I look hot.” I say.