The Wedding (2)
"You look stunning, Xenia."
She couldn't help but blush as her father praised her, her mother standing radiantly by his side as she warmly smiled at her. Somehow, despite knowing that she had been one of the reasons why it was being rushed in the first place, she still felt a sense of surrealism washing over her. That yes, she was indeed getting married. That after the events of the day were over, she'd be lawfully wedded to the man that made himself to be the one from her dreams.
"Thanks, Father," she smiled. "The crown circlet was a bit too much though, I think. Mother's the one that sent it…"
"That, she did," he chuckled. "It would've been yours anyway. It just so happens that it's the perfect wedding gift for you."
"A-A gift?" her eyes widened, her gaze turning to the Queen. "Mother, this is-"