It was the day of the wedding, and Nico was on pins and needles.
Something bad was going to happen, and she still didn't have a clue as to who or what was going to be responsible for it.
Xavin's spies had dug and picked and spied their best, but for nothing. Karolina had managed to talk her family into looking into things too, but they hadn't found anything either. Nico'd done what she could on the magic front, but all that had gotten her was no real answers and a headache the size of a moon. She was just waiting for someone to suggest that she'd made the whole thing up. She wasn't sure if she'd respond by screaming or taking their head off or both.
She scrubbed her hands over her face, and they came away smeared with make-up.
Great. Just what she needed.