Instead of sitting next to him, Lucy sat on his lap, a smile on her lips and her hands weaving through his brown hair. "Only a few more days before the day arrives," she whispered to him, "It stills continues to feel surreal."
She placed her head on Theodore's shoulder, letting it rest there while watching Theodore hold her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together and the smile continued to stay on her lips. The last time when she was about to be married, her emotions had been filled with anger and pain them. She didn't want to get married to Samuel, but she did anyway, a little to spite Theodore.
But now, she was back with the person with whom she was in love and couldn't believe that she would marry Theodore, and everyone was happy about it. They were looking forward to it and thinking about it, Lucy's heart felt full. Her eyes were turning heavier, but she fought to stay awake while Theodore's fingers soothed her soul.
