BACHUÉ:
The maids helped me put on the wedding dress. It was a beautiful white lace dress, with a long skirt encrusted with hundreds of little silver beads that gave the long tale a magical aesthetic.
«I'm going to marry a Duke...»
I still couldn't believe it. After so long, after leaving Marco. I would finally have a wedding.
However, it wasn't with someone I loved.
As the maids helped me get dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. The face that was shown there was a sad, melancholic one.
«I'm going to marry a Duke»
The Queen materialized behind the maids.
"Congratulations, Duchess," she said with a wide smile and a hint of pride in her voice.
Would she be proud of me? After all, I was her 'creation'. She accompanied me all this way. This victory was also her victory, more or less.
