Kendall
The day of the wedding and everything goes wrong.
It’s raining and Elora is late and I don’t know if I can go through with this.
She finally shows up and her hair looks mussed and I groan.
“I know you’ve got a man, you should just tell me,” I say, and she laughs.
“Absolutely not. I just overslept. I’ve been single and with me, myself, and I,” she insists. “I’m so sorry, Kendall.”
I haven’t seen Camden in three days and I miss him so much. We’ve been living together but I’ve been staying with my father for the last two days according to tradition.
“I feel like I’m too pregnant for this dress,” I say.
“You look beautiful. Camden is going to lose it the second he sees you,” she insists.
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True to her words, when I walk down the aisle with Papa, Camden has a tea
