As I’m moving into Caleb’s room after today, I feel a sense of bittersweet nostalgia standing in my own room in the palace. Caleb has told me that the room will remain unchanged, and that I can continue to use it however I wish, but what I want most is to move forward in my life with him.
I’m standing in the room in my white gown, my hair done up in elaborate braids. My bouquet of spring flowers sits on the table. Right now, I’m just waiting to be called, to be told its time to walk down the aisle and start my life together with Caleb.
Though, there is more going on in the moment than just waiting. A few minutes ago, the mail was delivered, and among the usual correspondence of well-wishers was a letter for Bethany, from Cameron.
I watch and wait as Bethany reads through the letter. It
