Friday. It"s Friday. Kristina"s eyes shot open, and she groaned. The winter sunlight felt painfully bright. She"d tossed and turned in nervous excitement until well after midnight. Now it"s my wedding day, and I don"t want to get out of bed. Well, perhaps she did, but her body did not.
Friday. It"s Friday.Now it"s my wedding day, and I don"t want to get out of bed.sheThump! Thump! Thump! “Princess, you need to get up.”
“Ugh,” Kristina groaned in response, throwing her arm over her face.
“I know, honey, but Allison and Rebecca are already here. It"s ten o"clock.”
“Ten? Oh no!” Kristina hoisted herself from the bed and stumbled over to the washstand to splash water on her face.
“Are you up?”
“Yes, Dad. I"m up.”
“Do you want any breakfast?”
“No thank you.” Kristina"s stomach churned s
