The morning of the wedding dawned bright and clear, the sky an unblemished expanse of blue that seemed to promise a perfect day. Despite the beauty of the day, my nerves were in overdrive. I stood in front of the mirror, trying to steady my hands as I adjusted the intricate lace of my wedding dress. The dress was stunning, a masterpiece of delicate embroidery and flowing fabric, but at that moment, it felt like a suit of armor, heavy with the weight of the day's significance.
"Are you ready?" Millie asked, stepping into the room. She looked beautiful in her bridesmaid dress, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied, forcing a smile. Inside, my heart was racing.
Sage came over and gave me a reassuring hug. "You look amazing, big sis. Poppy is going to lose his mind when he sees you."
I laughed, feeling some of the tension ease. "Let's hope he doesn't pass out."
