Chapitre 8: I do

The next couple of days fly by and before I know it my wedding day is here. I stare at myself in the mirror and take in the sight of myself. My hair has been swept up at the front and styled to include a beautifully delicate silver headband studded with tiny turquoise crystals. My makeup is subtle with that 'barely there' look that takes a thousand layers to achieve. And my dress is like a second skin, hugging my body and giving me curves where I was lacking.

I know I have only a few minutes before I need to make my way downstairs, and I have to force myself to take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. Despite Alex's intention of us staying at the hotel, Sheila nearly had a fit when he told her and she insisted that the night before the wedding we would be staying in the family home—separate bedrooms of course, which made us chuckle.