CHAPTER 80

One day until the wedding The knock on my door cuts into the blackness in my room. I shift out of bed, straightening my pajamas. Timothy's not here. Worry floods me until I see the sheet of paper on the bed. Six, I'm sorry I missed you last night. We're going back for the final push today. I can't wait to see you for the rehearsal dinner. I love you more than anything. The worry is replaced by a dull ache that makes my limbs heavy as I pad toward the door and crack it. Sunshine streams in, burning my retinas as I squint at the silhouette. "The wedding planner told me to bring you this." Rica holds out a cup of coffee. I pull open the door and take it from her, inspecting the label. It says "Bride" with a heart drawn on it. "She wrote that too," she insists, brushing past me into the suite. "Are you ready for your last day as an unmarried woman?" "Yes and no." I scrunch up my