It was late in the afternoon, and Jayra was having last minute jitters as her wedding with Bartos came at her at speeds that she didn't expect she would mind. It was surreal, knowing that she wanted this just a few days ago, only for her to have second thoughts the moment it was almost about to become a reality.
"You can do this…" the young mage cheered herself on. "You wanted to get married as quickly as possible, and now you're getting it…"
Looking at herself in the mirror, Jayra couldn't believe that the woman staring right back at her was her own reflection. She looked absolutely stunning with the way the veil draped over her head, her blushing cheeks accentuated with the makeup some of the servants had come to put on her. She knew that Xenia would've loved to be the one to do the makeup, but she didn't want to further impose on her friend like that.
"All set, Jayra…" she breathed out. "All set…"
