CHAPTER 89 The Princess Bride

  Eliza's POV

  Months later.

  The morning sun warmed my face as I stirred in bed, the events of the past few months flashing in my mind like a vivid dream. Today was my wedding day. Our wedding day. My heart fluttered with excitement and nervousness. I was going to be Eliza Cavin Knight by the end of this day—a title that still felt surreal.

  I turned my head to the side, hoping to find Cavin, but his side of the bed was empty. A small note rested on his pillow. Smiling, I picked it up.

  "Good morning, my princess. Today is your day. Let the world bow to its queen. I'll be waiting for you at the altar. Always yours, Cavin."

  The note was simple but perfect, just like him. He always knew how to make me feel like the most important person in the universe. His sweet side was a treasure he reserved only for me, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly lucky.