The morning of my wedding dawned clear and golden, as if the sky knew it was a special day and had gone all out on the scenery. But me, lying in the cabin bed, alone for the first time in months, could only think one thing: *what if I can't do this?*
The room was too quiet. Alice's side of the bed was empty, the sheets still marked with the shape of her body, but cold. She was in the guest cabin with Chloe, following that stupid rule of Rosa's about the groom not seeing the bride the night before.
Stupid rule, I thought. But I didn't have the courage to defy my grandmother.
I ran my hand over my face, feeling the stubble. My stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Today was the day. After everything—the flat tire, the fights, Daniel, the festival, the paid-off debt—today I
