Arya:
It is my wedding day today.
I have always imagined my wedding day would be in a church chapel with all my extended families screaming on top of their lungs and somebody tipping over the ten layer cake. I imagined taking ridiculous photos with my future husband and all my bride maids, well anyways. That was when I was ten years old, blabbing to Emily, Nicole and Emma just because my parents grounded me.
Things have changed now, instead of a huge wedding chapel, the wedding is taking place on the same cruise ship that we met, that Devon proposed. He said, “It was where we started, Arya.” Who knew my soon to be husband is such a huge romantic?
I stare at the full length mirror, admiring the wedding dress that Clara and I spent a month designing. The white dress is a silk-satin mast
