••• Arabella’s POV •••
Sensing that I wasn't really in a good mood, Max strode over and embraced me.
“Everything will be alright, Arra,” he comforted me softly, then we hugged each other tightly.
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The next day, after putting on my gown and applying delicate makeup, Max and I arrived at the grand venue.
We stopped in front of the towering golden door, and we needed to separate for a while as he needed to go to his seat so he could witness me.
He snaked an arm around my waist, then comforted me, “Don't be nervous, Arra. I’ll be right here for you.”
“Thanks, Max,” I smiled at him.
He then placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and left.
I took a deep breath before stepping into the throne room gracefully.
Walking past the rows of seats, my gaze was fixed on the magnificent throne ahead.
There was a stage next to it where I would need to make my speech.