Arianna’s pov
I opened my eyes the next morning to the beautiful rays of the rising sun. It was like the universe was celebrating this great day with me. The warmth of the morning sun cuddled my skin and I yawned several times.
“It's my wedding morning,” I mumbled and smiled.
I rolled over to my bedside, picked up my phone, and checked the time, it was 7:00 am.
“Isn't the bride supposed to be awake by now? Am I not supposed to be getting ready? Or. Was I just dreaming about a wedding that isn't happening?” I whispered.
I quickly rushed out and found Grandma talking to a set of middle-aged women. There were at least 30 people in the sitting room.
“Ok, it wasn't a dream,” I muttered and let out a sigh.
I tiptoed to the kids’ room and met the door slightly ajar. I saw Ms. Madeli
