Two weeks later
*Cory*
"Are you okay Cory ?" Joel asks me. We are waiting aboard the private jet with my family and friends. We are waiting for my sister and Amelia to arrive.
I've managed to keep the wedding plans a secret for her, and now it's the day before our wedding. I really hope I've made the right choice and that she'll be happy.
I breathe in deeply; my right hand trembles, but it always does that when I'm stressed, one of the few little reminders I still have of my ordeal. "Well, I'm just nervous about whether this is the right way to do it, if she’s going to be happy."
"Don't worry, Cory. I'm sure that it’s the perfect wedding and she's going to love it," Joel says, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
Then the limousine pulls up next to the plane and Amelia gets out
