  Elena
  &quot;Elena! Lovely seeing you again!&quot; Came the cheery voice of Meghan as she saunters into the villa. She was dragging a garment rack behind her before she enveloped me in a hug. Her Dior scent was lovely, and it brought a smile to my face. &quot;Lovely to see you as well, Meghan. How was the flight over?&quot; I ask her, and we make polite conversation. We had bonded over the dress design, and I quite liked her.
  &quot;You need to see how this dress turned out! Oh, you will be in absolute love!&quot; She says with excitement to her voice that causes me to get hyped up as well. We walked over to the garment rack and as she unzipped the dress, my heart rate rose. It wasn t just beautiful, it was exquisite! The rose gold shimmered in the light sweetheart neckline that would amplify my modest bosom, and the long sleeved shawl/bolero with Queen Anne neckline would keep the c

  Elena
  The Midford Winter Ball was always the last event before Social Season kicked off. They would expect me to attend all these events as a Dumont Representative, and somehow, I knew I could do it.
  &quot;By the way, love, I thought you might want to know that Sarah s family hosts this ball. She is a Midford.&quot; He says, and my eyes widen at this. Sarah Midford? So not only did Sebastian screw around with his business partner, she was a Midford as well.
  This bothers me some, as he could easily have married her instead of me. Where I was literally royalty, she had a powerful name and family. They hailed from Australia and settled here over ten years ago. They did not have the same pull as The Wiltshires or Dumonts, but the name demanded respect.
  &quot;Why didn t you settle for someone like Sarah, Sebastian?&quot; I blurt out without thinking, and I see the scowl forming on h

  Sebastian
  I gaze down at Elena as she sleeps and my heart just feels full. She had chosen me, out of everything else, she had chosen me. Today I felt like the most powerful man alive with her by my side. She made me feel proud when I was in my meetings, and I could feel the stares of envy pointed straight at me. She was my Rebellious Heiress, my Queen.
  She suddenly stirs and moves her head to the side while mumbling something incoherent, and a smile spreads over my face. Elena was the most beautiful woman in the world and I had the privilege of now calling her my wife, my real wife. Her words of acceptance still on repeat in my head, as well as her calling out my name in ecstasy.
  Last night was beyond what I can put into coherent words. It was beautiful; it was passionate and dare I say; we made love. She made me feel like no other woman has before; she made me feel loved.
  I am

Elena
  &quot;Elena! Lovely seeing you again!&quot; Came the cheery voice of Meghan as she saunters into the villa. She was dragging a garment rack behind her before she enveloped me in a hug. Her Dior scent was lovely, and it brought a smile to my face. &quot;Lovely to see you as well, Meghan. How was the flight over?&quot; I ask her, and we make polite conversation. We had bonded over the dress design, and I quite liked her.
  &quot;You need to see how this dress turned out! Oh, you will be in absolute love!&quot; She says with excitement to her voice that causes me to get hyped up as well. We walked over to the garment rack and as she unzipped the dress, my heart rate rose. It wasn t just beautiful, it was exquisite! The rose gold shimmered in the light sweetheart neckline that would amplify my modest bosom, and the long sleeved shawl/bolero with Queen Anne neckline would keep the chill away. The dress had me melting!
  &quot;I… I do not know how to express my feelings right now!

Chapter 37 Ball Gowns and Self Acceptance