The night before the wedding, Tom had taken the guest room as Rose had insisted he shouldn't sleep in our bedroom. However, he knocked on my door and came in.
"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt."
"It's not a problem."
"I need to talk to you about the wedding tomorrow."
"Okay, what is it?" I asked, sitting up properly on the bed because I was just about to sleep. He came next to me, and it felt normal even though we hadn't been sleeping in the same room that tonight.
"Did she tell you about the traditional wedding?" Tom asked.
"Yes, she told me I had to wear this gown, which I have yet to see, although the measurements were already taken. And she went over a few things with me. She told me it would be in you're mother tongue, and I may not understand the words, but she told me I could say
