Time had moved fast—almost too fast.
Somehow, the days had slipped by like sand through my fingers, and now, here I was, staring down at my phone and realizing there was only one month left before my wedding.
One month.
Thirty days.
Four weeks.
A ridiculously short amount of time before I would officially be Elena Steele.
The thought sent a thrill of excitement through me, but also a wave of stress. Because today—today was one of the most important moments of wedding planning.
I was choosing my wedding dress.
And I was terrified.
Not because I didn't want to get married—God, no. Carmen was everything to me. But because this was the dress I would be wearing when I walked down the aisle toward her.
The dress she would see me in for the first time before we promised forever. It had to be perfect.
