*Natalia*
Everyone wants a perfect wedding.
I smiled at the bride in the mirror. The clock ticked away slowly as I waited calmly and patiently on this, my wedding day. As calm as I looked, there was an uncertainty inside of me, and not about the wedding or Tallon or even me.
I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, whether I was nervous, anxious, excited, or happy. I didn’t have a single clue and maybe that was the exciting part—not knowing. All I knew for sure was that I was getting married today, to the love of my life.
The bedroom was empty except for me, and after a fresh shower, I sat with my wet hair wrapped in the bath towel, my body only covered by the fluffy pink robe Dahlia had insisted I needed.
My mirror image stared back at me, both of us tilting our heads as we waited. The time ticked down painfully slowly as I spied in the mirror my dress, which lay sprawled out behind me on the bed to keep it from getting wrinkled on the big day.
