“Maybe I should have taken him up on that,” I mutter.
A small ceremony would’ve meant fewer witnesses when I inevitably faceplant in the aisle or recite my vows with lipstick on my teeth.
Jorden steps in front of me and grabs me by the shoulders. “Let’s break it down. Question one: do you love him?”
That’s an easy one. “Of course I do. More than anything.”
“Excellent.” She smiles. “Question two: are you sure you want to marry him?”
That’s a slam dunk, too. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
“Then, girl—” She spins me towards the full length mirror behind me, her head peeking over my shoulder— “stop freaking out and enjoy what should be the best damn day of your life.”
All at once, the fears and worries fall away.
Maybe I will land on my face in front of everyone
