This is it. In just a few minutes, I’m going to walk down the aisle and marry the man of my dreams.
I can’t believe it is finally happening. Mark and I are getting married.
My stomach flutters.
I can’t even count how many times I have dreamed of this moment over the last several years. I started dreaming of being with him almost from the first moment I saw him. He was so handsome and yet childish. It was his childish side that stole my heart, and I’ve never been able to get it back.
I can’t contain my excitement as a brilliant smile stretches across my face as I look at the doors to the banquet hall. My smile suddenly falters as my nerves kick in and a strong wave of nausea hits me hard, almost knocking me off my feet. Oh, please don’t make me throw up right now. Please.