Anna’s POV
Same day- four days to the wedding.
Earlier that morning, Ugh, I groggily opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the clattering noise coming from the kitchen. I let out a deep sigh and scrunched up my face in frustration, trying to block out the sounds with my pillow. But, of course, it wasn't enough. I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet searching for my slippers.
I shuffled over to Sophie's room, hoping against hope that she was still asleep. I poked my head in, and thankfully, she was still out cold. I breathed a small sigh of relief, not wanting her to wake up to the chaos that was unfolding in the kitchen.
I made my way to the kitchen, my face set in a scowl. What was Bryann's problem, anyway? Couldn't he see we were all trying to
