Ally’s POV
Today was the day. My wedding day. Dylan and I had followed the tradition and not seen each other since yesterday afternoon, which made it a little hard for me to sleep, even though Adeline had slept in my room.
“Are you nervous?” Adeline asked as she walked up to me.
“A little,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry. I am sure that everything will be just perfect," she smiled.
“Just like you,” Jules added while she put the finishing touch on my make-up. “There you go.”
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My pale skin was smooth with no imperfections. My curls were hanging nicely down my back. I don’t think my hair has ever looked this great. I could barely believe what was about to happen. At first, the odds of getting her seemed very slim. but even after everything that happened
