A month had passed since the day Lucas proposed, and now, the day I had dreamed of for so long was finally here. My heart fluttered in my chest as I paced back and forth in the bridal chamber, my fingers nervously twisting the delicate lace of my wedding dress. I had never been so jittery in my life.
“Lyra, relax,” Jenna said, her voice full of teasing amusement as she watched me pace for the fifth time in as many minutes. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor at this rate.”
“I’m fine,” I replied quickly, though my voice came out higher than I intended. “I just… I’m nervous.”
Jenna raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Oh, I know what it is. You’re nervous because Lucas is going to pounce on you the second he sees you in that dress, aren’t you?” She grinned, eyes spark
