BROOKLYN
I lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling fan. It spins around and around and around. I find myself following one blade as I count the number of times it spins in a circle. One. Two. Three. I lose count as my eyes blur and I feel overwhelming dizziness take over my vision.
I can't believe I am to be married in one day. Twenty four hours. Less than twenty-four hours. Holy s**t. I can't wrap my head around it.
I would be lying if I said that Spencer hasn't popped into my head. Hell, I would be lying if I said he wasn't taking over my mind. I keep questioning this whole thing. Do I love Liam? Do I love Spencer? Do I even know whom I love?
Spencer and I haven't talked or exchanged messages since he confronted me about the baby. The silence is killing me, but not seeing his face is
