Chapter Twenty-Five
Isabelle's POV To say that I had cold feet was an understatement. They felt as if they were placed in a bucket of ice for an hour and when I took them out they were frostbitten so bad to a point where I couldn’t walk. It’s that bad. I couldn’t quite understand why I felt like this because I wasn’t even in love with him for real, and it’s not like I wanted this wedding anyways. I guess cold feet happen to everyone. I heard a knock at my door, and I turned my head to let them in. “Enter,” I told the person. The door opened and my father strided in, closing the door behind him. “Got cold feet yet?” I nodded feeling as if he couldn’t be more spot on. “You could say that.” He pulled me in for a hug and I sighed contently. “You know tomorrow you’re going to look beautiful in your dress
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