Weddings were always meant to be the happiest moments in one's life, and indeed, Victoria was the happiest she could ever count herself to be. The week had passed by without herself feeling jaded.
After the news was delivered to everyone that King Charles was to oversee all the wedding preparations, her mother could not rest until she ensured Victoria had enough gowns to choose from for the wedding, in addition to a perfect veil that would impress the newly welcomed Princess. Thus, it was clear that the week would purely be one of productivity, choosing and pure disturbance of being requested to turn, raise her arms and all the needs required by the tailor to take the perfect measurements of a lady.
"Are you nervous, sister?" Amelia questioned as Victoria stopped at the front door of a white-furnished carriage, with two white horses at the front, well-decorated with white and red flowers.
