My prophecy Luna

Chapter forty-four

LEAH’S POINT OF VIEW

We finally had our bridesmaid's dresses and accessories to match, even though we tried to tell Jess no to it, but she said it was a thank you for putting up with all her bridezilla ways, only increased because she only has until the 28th to get everything perfect. Whatever Lewis was thinking I don’t know. It was the 22nd now, so Jess was really feeling the stress.

Right now, it was the day of the tastings for cake, champagne, foods, and wine. Jess was adamant about not having anything bitter. She had settled on red velvet for the main cake, and then a mix of other flavours as cupcakes. We were just looking at all the different wines and champagne now. Jess was having a difficult time choosing her hair was actually starting to get frizzy.

“Why don’t you pick your favourite wine first, then we get testers for ones that compliment that one and the cakes,” Layla says and Jess just nods.

The hours drifted by in a haze of sweet frosting and corks popping, each choice feeling weightier with the date looming so close. Layla kept us on track with her steady calm, jotting notes and snapping photos, while Cassandra livened up the tasting with dramatic commentary on every crumb and sip. Jess’s nerves teetered between laughter and anxious sighs, her hands fluttering as she tried to imagine every detail coming together.

Later, as dusk tiptoed in, we collapsed into soft chairs, our palettes tingling with sugar and bubbles. The house was blanketed in pale evening light, every surface edged with wedding preparations, and the collective energy had shifted—more electric, full of promise.

Over the next few days, our lives seemed to accelerate. Between final fittings, last-minute errands, and endless group chats pinging with reminders and emojis, anticipation grew. Jess checked her list obsessively, but also began to surrender to excitement, letting us coax her into moments of pure joy amid the whirlwind. We joked about wedding superstitions, practiced our dance moves in the hallway, and reassured each other about speeches and toasts.

By the morning of the 26th, there was an unspoken thrill in the air. The day of the stag and hen parties had finally arrived—a rite of passage before the vows. We woke buzzing with plans, ready for the night when laughter and mischief would take center stage and, for just a few hours, everyone could let go of the pressure and simply celebrate.