The closet was a battlefield of indecision. Dresses in deep reds, luxurious blacks, and shimmering silvers were sprawled across the floor, each one a masterpiece, yet none feeling quite right. I had spent the last thirty minutes pacing, biting my lip, and staring at the rows of designer gowns as if one would magically call out to me.
An hour left.
I sighed, pressing a hand to my forehead. My nerves were getting the best of me. What if Heinrich’s family didn’t like me? What if they saw me as some outsider who didn’t belong in their world? I had married into a powerful family, but that didn’t mean I had their approval.
Just then, I heard the firm, confident footsteps that I had come to recognize all too well.
Heinrich.