“I don’t have a face.”
“The crying face.”
“I am not crying.”
“You are literally seconds away.”
“I am pregnant and emotional.”
“Same thing.”
I laughed through the threatening tears.
“I just…”
I looked around the room.
“We actually did it.”
Elena smiled softly.
“Yes.”
“We did.”
Before anyone could say anything else, another knock sounded against the open doorway.
Lauren stepped inside carrying a long ivory garment bag over one arm.
Behind her walked one of the seamstresses carrying a small sewing case.
Every conversation in the room stopped.
Lauren smiled.
“I believe…”
She lifted the garment bag slightly.
“…it’s time.”
My stomach immediately filled with butterflies.
Drake noticed.
“You nervous?”
I nodded honestly.
“What if it still doesn’t fit?”
He looked toward Lau
