The weeks passed by quickly and it was the morning of the wedding. DG was separated from Cain the second her eyelids fluttered open. Maids were trying to make a fuss over DG; after all, she didn't have to dress until right before the ceremony since she was taking care of the dress herself. The maids also made a fuss over DG's necklace, trying to replace it with more extravagant jewelry but she wouldn't have it. Cain had given the necklace to her and she refused to take it off. As the morning wore on, the maids got more and more anxious, and DG more serene. Ambrose knocked and entered her room.
"DG? Cain's not worried, but Ahamo would like to know when you will be taking care of Cain's suit…" He asked gently. DG sighed and snapped her fingers. "Thanks, Deej," he smiled and winked at Azkadellia who had just come in from the balcony.
"Az? Can you do something about all the maids?" DG whispered. Azkadellia nodded.
"Oi! Everyone out before the princess is sick!" Azkadellia yelled and no one looked to see if DG was really sick or not; they all skittered out.
"God. I hate all this pomp and circumstance. I just want to see Wyatt." DG threw herself on the bed. Azkadellia heard yelling outside the door and put her ear to it.
"Sounds like he wants to see you too, Deej." DG jumped up and put her ear to the door too.
"Deej?" He asked on the other side of the door.
"Wyatt. I hate this, I just want to see you."
"I know you do, I could feel it."
"I'm gonna open the door a bit; take my hand." DG slightly unlatched the door and her hand found Cain's.
"We only have half an hour to wait now. If you are missing me, just put your hand over the heart over your necklace and I'll know." He kissed her palm. "I love you, Deej."
She didn't respond, but instead she put her hand on her necklace and he laughed.
"Felt that."