The week flies by and before I know it Saturday has come and Liza comes pounding in my room to shake me awake. “Get up! We have planning to do before the dresses arrive!” I slap at her, trying to shoo her away from me as I bury my face into the pile of pillows. She ignores me and continues to poke and jump on me. “Get up Emileen!!! Vice and the guys just left, lets go! We are losing time! Three more weeks until the wedding, that is no time at all, now get up!” She starts to tug on the blanket and I instantly know she will not let up until I get out of bed. I flail around on the bed, expression my frustration at her for waking me. “FINE LIZA! UGH!” I slide out of the bed and disgruntledly stomp to the bathroom to wash up, then to the closet to dress. As soon as I exit the cl
