Sienna’s POV
The room felt cold without Kael. His side of the bed was untouched, and I hated knowing he would not enter later with the scent of wood and fresh air clinging to him. I opened the wardrobe, removed one of his shirts and slipped it over my nightclothes. The fabric surrounded me with his scent. Only then could I sleep. By the following evening, the preparations were complete. The garden venue was ready, the dresses were arranged, and Gina confirmed that the caterers understood the final menu. Kael and I spoke over the phone. Neither of us wanted to end the call.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
I laughed softly.
“We are already mates. Tomorrow is only a celebration of a union that happened long ago. Apart from you not being here, I am fine.”
“I miss you.”
“It has barely been a
