Liliana's POV
Waking, Liliana felt the warmth of dappled sunlight across her closed eyelids. The bedroom’s quiet enabled the languid feelings from the night’s deep sleep to cocoon around her limbs. The faint second-hand tick of a wall clock measured the passing of the early morning hour. Bolting into an upright sitting position, the realization that it was finally her wedding day shot electricity out her fingertips.
Today was it. A day that had been anticipated for longer than she could ever remember. An event set in motion by the two people that birthed and loved her first. According to the pages from her mother’s journals, the preparations for this wedding began when Liliana was still a young girl. During a time when her best friend was a little knitted rabbit named ‘Bunn-Bella.’