Claire’s POV
The day of our wedding, I couldn’t stop looking at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a flowing white dress that Leo and Nova had helped me pick out. My hair was done up in a bun. I barely recognized myself, so put together and done up.
“You look like a princess,” Nova said from nearby. Her dress was like mine, but pink. Beside her Leo had a black suit like his father’s but with a pink tie to match Nova.
“No,” Leo said. “She looks like a Queen.”
I smiled at them both as I went to them, leaned down and kissed them each on the cheek.
“You are my princess, Nova. And my little prince, Leo.”
The both beamed, so precious, my true loves. But then I noticed I had left pink lipstick on their cheeks and quickly tried to rub it off with my thumb.
“Mom!” Leo said, pushing me away.
