Amelie applied a light touch of makeup, enhancing her natural beauty before slipping into a white floral dress adorned with soft sky-blue patterns.
The full-sleeved fabric draped elegantly over her form, making her feel radiant. As she gently rested a hand on her stomach, memories of the previous night surfaced, bringing a small, contented smile to her lips.
A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.
"Miss Amelie, the car is ready. Prince Gabriel is waiting for you."
Snapping out of her reverie, she quickly picked up her purse, tucking her phone inside before slipping into her white peep-toe heels. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and hurried downstairs.
Seated inside the black car, Gabriel gazed absentmindedly out the window. But the moment his eyes caught sight of Amelie descending the staircase, his breath caught in his throat.
She looked a divine beauty.
Was it his imagination, or was she glowing more each day?
