When they said the wedding would be in the night, Holly didn't know if it was very night. Or rather a midnight.
Holly sat in front of the mirror with a tight chest. Her hands repeatedly touched her mother's necklace, which she finally wore. Her hair was already decorated with a crown. Arthur was right, the necklace fitted her crown perfectly.
"Are you nervous, Your Majesty?" asked Frada as she fixed her hair.
"I can barely breathe."
Frada smiled, looking at Holly through the mirror. "The event will be go smoothly."
Holly turned to look at Frada. Among all the servants, only Frada dared to talk to her, while the others kept their distance from her.
"You didn't tell me what should I do for the wedding ceremony. I don't know what to do next," Holly said worriedly. No one gave her an explanation of the manner of their marriage. But what Holly believed, the ceremony must be very different from how humans get married.
