"What arrangement?"
"Don't play dumb with me," Orion growled. "Why has the King placed you in charge of the wedding preparations?"
"How was I supposed to know that I would have the honor of such a task?" Soleia retorted with a roll of her eyes. "You think I want to help plan your wedding? When I had no hand in planning my own?"
She could never forget her wedding day― she hadn't even known she would be married twenty-four hours before she actually stood at the altar, a wilting bouquet in hand, donned in her sisters' rejected gown. The grand hall was loosely decorated and the only people who attended her wedding were nobility already present in the capital.
On the other hand, Elowyn and Orion's wedding had invited guests from all across the world and the seas. Nobilities from all across Vramid were attending, and judging by the reaction her sisters gave her, Soleia bet that most of them probably thought that the one marrying Orion was the Princess.
