Anne had absolute faith that she could live up to this challenge. Well - the challenge of being accepted by Narnia as a whole, not to say that marrying Caspian would be a challenge.

Thus far things had proceeded smoothly enough. Everything was planned and ordered and prepared, soon enough it was the day before the ceremony. Anne's gown had been nothing short of glamorous and beautiful. Still, she had wanted to add a personal touch of her own to it. Thus she sat in her chamber at the window, sewing small pearls into the bodice of the dress. She'd been working at it all day and didn't realize that it would be nightfall soon and she'd yet to see Caspian all day.

So many details had her mind in a blur. Typically for an English wedding her father would give her away, but obviously that would not be the case here, and Anne assumed that she would be walking to the altar alone. The menu had been prepared and the cake looked divine, from what she was told; the bakers wanted it to be a surprise, thus they wouldn't let her see it beforehand.