"I don't think I can do this." Aunt Phoebe was pacing back and forth, fanning herself with a freshly manicured hand. "I'm not cut out for this. What if he decides that he doesn't want me anymore?"
Luna was sitting down in the small changing area that was reserved for the bride and bridesmaids. Aunt Phoebe was frantically pacing around the small room, the ivory mermaid dress that she wore ruffled with each step.
Isaac and Sierra, the other bridesmaids- or acting bridesmaids- were outside the room, giving Luna and her aunt some privacy.
Aunt Phoebe finally stopped her pacing and turned to look at Luna. "Should I just call it off?"
"I never thought I would see you act like this," Luna admitted. She was used to her aunt being cool and confident, even when she was buried up to her elbows in dirt.
Luna stood up from where she sat and approached her aunt who was having a mild panic attack. "Take a deep breath."
