Chapter 57 The Day

• Standing in front of the mirror, I feel anxious. The dress is perfect, and Alaric was right. It is already feeling tight, so how bad would it be in another week or two?
• "How are you feeling?" Bex appears behind me, and I shrug. "You can't back out now. It's too late," she jokes, and I nod in agreement.
• "I'm not backing out, Bex," I say. I just feel anxious. I've been overthinking this whole wedding since the night of the party—more Alaric than anything.