Chapter 50

Aina On the morning of my wedding, I sat in front of the mirror while the makeup artist carefully worked on my face. The room buzzed with activity—maids moving swiftly, some arranging my gown, others fussing over my shoes or carrying out last-minute tasks. “You don’t have to worry about anything, ma’am. Just focus on getting ready,” the wedding planner reassured me, and I gave a small nod. A knock came at the door, and one of the maids rushed to answer. I kept my gaze on the mirror, watching as colors slowly transformed my features—until a voice pulled me out of the moment. “Aina.” It was my mother. I turned quickly, my breath catching when I saw her. She wore a wine-colored suit with a matching skirt and hat, elegance radiating from her in a way I had never seen before. My lips curved into a smile. “Please excuse me,” I murmured to the artist, rising to meet her. “You look beautiful,” she said softly, her eyes shining as she nodded in approval. I grinned wider. “I was just a