Elaine's POV
When I was a little girl I always imagined how my wedding day would be, I saw the love my parents had for each other and I desperately wanted that too. I imagined my mom dressing me up and my dad walking me down the aisle to meet the love of my life. It's ironic how differently my childhood dreams were compared to this.
"Tell them I'm ready."
My voice comes out calmer than I feel.
Ivy looks up from fixing the last clasp on the back of my dress. Her eyes are already shiny. She presses her lips together, nods once, then does that thing where she cups my face like she's the older one even though she's not.
"You look insanely beautiful ," she says quietly. "In a terrifying way. He's definitely not ready for you."
"Neither am I," I say.
I glance at Ivy while she's adjusting my bracelet and say, "Can you get me an apple drink real quick It'll help calm my nerves"
She gives me a look, already suspicious, but nods anyway.
