Lena groaned and rolled onto her side just as Lana swept in, radiant in a beautiful pink lace dress, her smile far too smug for that early hour.
“It’s happening,” Lana sing-songed. “No backing out. No fainting. And definitely no pretending this is just another Tuesday.”
Lena laughed breathlessly. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Obviously,” Lana replied, flopping onto the bed beside her. “My sister is marrying a billionaire with an ice-king personality and absurd cheekbones. I would be a terrible twin if I didn’t milk this moment.”
Between teasing remarks, soft laughter, and a few moments where Lana’s eyes turned suspiciously glossy, the morning blurred.
Before Lena fully realized it, she was standing in front of the mirror.
The dress hugged her body perfectly—champagne-colored
