Chapter 193

Kyra's POV "Hold still," the makeup artist said as she applied a final touch of blush to my cheeks. "Perfect. Now for the veil. I think I left it in the other room. Give me a moment." She hurried out of the preparation room, leaving me alone with my reflection. The woman in the mirror looked radiant. Her skin was glowing, her eyes bright with excitement. The simple white gown fit perfectly and flowed to the floor. Nothing like the fancy dress I'd worn for our first wedding. A familiar cedar and musk scent drifted into the room, making Sylvia alert in my mind. I didn't need to turn around to know who had entered. "Hello, Kieran," I said calmly, not turning around. He stood in the doorway, looking nothing like the messy man from months ago. Today, he wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his dark hair slicked back. He looked handsome—exactly like when I first fell for him. "You came to my last wedding too," I said, turning to face him. "Though that was very different." His lips curved in