I lay there staring at the ceiling those four little words from his email replaying in my mind over and over. What is wrong with me? Why can't I just go to sleep? Sighing, I roll over on my side and close my eyes tight, forcing myself to think of anything except him.
I think about my classes I have now, the classes I still need to take to finish my degree, and where I will work after college. Then my mind starts to wander to my wedding. My first wedding to a man I barely know.
Will it be a small intimate wedding or will he want something super extravagant since he is so rich? Am I going to be wearing a wedding dress? Where are we getting married at? What is my dad going to think when I tell him I am getting married? Will he come to the wedding? Of course he will, right? I'm his daughte
