*Susannah's POV*
The guests were many,early,elegantly dressed and in pairs,their eyes roaming over the building in awe,just like I wanted.
I had put my all into this day,into carefully forging what I was sure will be the peak happiness of my son.Even though he has now made it clear that he despises me.
I sulked for a moment and shooed my depressing thoughts away.I plan to focus on today and all the joy it brought.
It's about time the crown got passed down to another and Kiara Whitman was most worthy.
"I just need to know who made your gown."a guest of unimportance questioned as they crept besides me.. "You look lovely.
"Obviously."I said gracefully,turning to greet the other guests. I was not about to go into full detail about the seven men who took seven days to craft my dress.On other days I will happily boast.Today My mood was a bit sour.
