Mathilda’s POV

I can’t describe how I feel right now—standing here in a white dress I didn’t even choose. My heart is a storm of emotions, happiness and sorrow tangled together as I face this wedding.

When I look at myself in the mirror, the reflection reminds me of her—Paula. Every time I see this gown, I’m brought back to the day she forced me to pick it and claimed the one that was truly mine.

And since Fredric arrived, he hasn’t said a word or even looked at me. He’s been glued to his phone