The next morning. I woke up before my alarm.
I stared at the ceiling, remembering what day it was. My wedding day. I smiled. After everything I had been through, I was actually getting married again. But this time, I wasn’t walking toward a man because I was afraid of being alone. I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I was choosing Marcus.
A soft knock came at the door. “Bella? Are you awake?”
It was my sister. “I am.”
She opened the door and smiled. “Good. Because you have about a hundred things to do.”
I laughed. “A hundred?”
“Maybe ninety.”
She walked in and pulled the curtains open. Sunlight filled the room. My wedding dress was hanging beside the wardrobe. I had chosen something simple and beautiful. Looking at it made everything feel real.
My sister stood beside me. “Nervous?”
