Finally, the wedding day arrived. Édouard got dressed in the wedding dress which he once had thought he would never wear. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was happy, but at the same time, he was concerned.
Yesterday, Charlotte didn't talk to him except for a few words. He knew that she was devastated by the fact that she would be his wife soon.
He picked up the white short silk gloves and wore them. Interlacing his fingers, he again looked at himself in the mirror and told himself that it was for Charlotte's long time happiness.
Charles came from behind and asked Édouard if he should help him out wearing the royal mantle. Édouard hummed and turned to him. Charles hooked the mantle from Édouard's shoulders and went behind him to check if it was hooked well.
"Is Charlotte ready?" Édouard asked him.
"No, Your Royal Highness. It will take another hour for her to dress up," Charles answered and stepped back.
