♥ Casey ♥
The morning of my wedding started with me counting hangers.
“Six,” I said, checking the dresses in the lodge dressing room for the third time.
“Casey,” Megan said. “Step away from the rail,” she stood in her navy dress, holding a cup of coffee. Amy stood beside her in a matching navy dress with a cardigan over her shoulders.
“I am just checking,” I said. “If something is missing—”
“Nothing is missing,” Amy cut in. “Lisa checked everything. Sit before you make a hole in the carpet,” I sat in the armchair by the window. Outside, frost covered the grass, and bare trees framed the path. Inside, the corridor fire crackled.
“This is really happening,” I said. Megan put a cup in my hand.
“You are getting married in a winter lodge,” she said. “This is your dream. Try to enjoy it
