For the past fortnight, the palace had been abuzz with the relentless preparations for the royal wedding. Ravina and Malachi were set to exchange vows in a mere two days. With each sunrise, the excitement built, accompanied by an avalanche of suggestions, ideas, and ever-changing plans. What had initially felt like a beautiful dream was slowly transforming into a flurry of voices, each more eager than the next to make the day memorable.
While many hands made for light work, the sheer volume of opinions and choices threatened to eclipse the sacred sentiment behind the occasion. Ravina began to long for a simpler, more intimate celebrationβone not lost amid elaborate dances and extravagant musical numbers.
Noticing her sister's contemplative expression, Darcy approached, her brow furrowed in concern. "Is everything alright?"
