Lara-Jean POV
The night before my wedding, I can't sleep.
Not because I'm excited. Not because I'm nervous. Because I'm terrified—not of marrying Peter, but of how much I want to.
I stare at the ceiling of my room. His nanny's room, technically, though I've made it mine over these weeks. My sketches cover the desk. My books fill the shelves. My clothes hang in the closet next to the gown that will make me Mrs. Peter Kavinsky in less than twelve hours.
Tomorrow, I'll sign papers that bind me to a man I barely know.
Tomorrow, everything changes.
My phone reads 2:47 AM. I've been awake for hours.
Maya's last text, sent at midnight: ‘Tomorrow you marry a billionaire. Try to enjoy it.'
I didn't respond. Couldn't explain that the billionaire isn't the problem. The problem is that he's b
