#Chapter67
Linnea Lindberg
/"Honey.. what do you think?/" I asked Logan, the Prince of Denmark, who might be my future husband.
/"It's beautiful, it suits you./" He said as he sat down on the sofa.
/"Really?/" I asked again as I looked at the mirror. I turned to the door to see my mother walking into the room and she smiled widely.
/"It's beautiful, darling. Do you like it?/"
/"Well.. I want it to be more simple. This is too much../" I said as I walked to see other wedding gowns.
/"Well.. you two choose and let us know when we get home. We have to go to Italy./" My mother said and I turned to her smiling.
/"Will do, mother./" I said as I waved my hand.
/"I want to have a private time with my fiance, can you all leave for 30 minutes?/" I asked all the people inside the room to go out.
/"Yes, Your Majesty./" They all said in unison and they walked out one by one. I turned to Logan and smirked.
