Today was a special day.
Andie had long waited for this moment. She stared outside the window of the guest room. Her hand touched the glass. Renovations were finally done. George was born. Nothing else stood in the way of her wedding.
"Knock, knock," she heard someone say while actually knocking at the same time.
Her head whirled towards the door. "Jarrett?"
She stood up from the chair and walked across the room. The hem of her white gown scraped against the floor. It was a simple off-shoulder with beading on the bodice and an A-line cut skirt. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a bun decorated in fake white flowers.
"What are you doing?" She asked, pressing her ear on the door. They had decided to follow the tradition of not seeing each other before the ceremony—So why was he here?