Chapter 557 Pink Wedding
- Cole
- Snowy sunlight dusts through ceiling height windows in one of the guest rooms in King Isaac’s castle. I stare at the snowflakes sticking to the frosted window as a woman with mousy brown hair and bright gray eyes adjusts my tuxedo for the eighth time, her small fingers deftly plucking invisible thread from my suit jacket.
- “Mom,” I say, then clear my throat. “I’m sure I look fine.”