Anastasia's POV
We have been getting ready all day now, and I'm finally finished at the spa. Everyone has been keeping Damien and I apart, because it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. I roll my eyes every time someone says that, because we have seen each other, and we are still getting married.
"Ana, are you listening to me?" Mom asks, making a tutting noise with her tongue. I zone back into the conversation, where I've been listening with half an ear. I think she noticed.
"Yes. Of course I'm listening. How can I not be, when you have been talking my ear off for the last hour about everything I need to do, and everything I've done wrong." I reply with an attitude. I sincerely appreciate her wanting help, and I love my dress, even though that was not what we pla
