Eleonore’s POV
I was nervous.
I didn’t know why this thought hadn’t occurred to me when I woke up this morning, the morning of my wedding, alone in my bed. I didn’t know why it didn’t occur to me as I was in the shower, or getting my makeup put on, or stepping into my dress or—H*ll, even walking down the stairs to stand in front of the large, imposing oak doors in front of me.
I didn’t know why it was hitting now, maybe it was because I was finally allowing myself the time to let this all sink in. But the minute I had seen Amanda and Sabrina in their maid of honor dresses I began to feel my throat close up. I tried to think about something funny, about how I had managed to dub both of them as maid of honor because Rhett and Hayden each had a best man, and if there were two best men there were going to be two maids of honor.