Chapter 168

Claire's POV Two months later, I stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of the Grand Ballroom at the Hotel, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The ivory silk gown flowed like liquid moonlight, its intricate beadwork catching the afternoon light that streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows. The dress was a masterpiece of craftsmanship—custom designed by one of the country's most exclusive couturiers, with delicate lace appliqués that traced elegant patterns across the bodice and a train that would sweep behind me like a whisper of dreams made manifest. But it wasn't the designer gown or the flawless makeup or the elaborate hairstyle that took my breath away—it was the knowledge that in less than an hour, I would become Luna Claire Valmont, officially bonded to the man who had walked through literal fire to save my life. "You look absolutely radiant," my mother said from behind me, her voice thick with emotion as she made final adjustments to the cathedra