Brianna’s POV
Dawn hadn’t fully broken yet, but I was already awake. I couldn’t sleep a wink through out the night. My eye-bags would require editing in the photos.
Today was the day. The very day I get married to a near stranger, binding my life to someone I’d known for less than twenty four hours.
A slightly all consuming dread washes over me as I stare at my dress on the rail.
I haven’t slept eight consecutive hours since the very day back at the Stewart house where father had announced that I would be taking my sister’s place.
This morning, before the whole wedding ceremony started, I realized that I had to tell him. He had to know who he was getting married to. I wasn’t Emily Stewart, I was Brianna Stewart.
A part of me also hoped that Emily would return, realize that she had to
