Avara POV
After going through a rigorous beauty regimen: pampering, facials, manicure and pedicure, also undergoing a new skin-care routine with organic creams and scented oils. I'm back in my bedroom, back at the estate with my dress for tonight, currently worn by a mannequin. I have a team of stylists to prepare me; makeup and hair. They argue around me, debating what colors go best with what accessories to use, whilst I sit still like a good little doll.
Luciano comes into the room, eyes flaring at the chaotic sight.
"I pity you for the actual day of your fake wedding."
I smile at him through the mirror of the vanity table.
"How are things on your end?"
He dodges a petite woman who darts past him like a bullet.
"Designer suit. Nice and simple."
My shoulders slump. "I envy you." I wince, one of them pulling at my hair. "How are the Vacherons?"
