ASHLEY’S POV
By the time the started to set, my room looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Dresses lay scattered across my bed. Shoes sat in mismatched piles on the carpet. I kept pacing back and forth, picking up one dress, frowning, and tossing it aside, only to circle back to it two minutes later.
My stomach felt like it was filled with bees. My stomach was buzzing with nerves and excitement. I kept glancing at the clock on my nightstand. Right now, it was 6:47. Melissa was supposed to come at seven so we could get ready together.
“Breathe, Ashley,” I whispered to myself, pressing a hand to my chest.
The doorbell rang.
I froze. That had to be her.
I hurried down the stairs, smoothing my hair nervously, but before I could reach the door, I heard David’s voice.
“You must be
