Nora
I can't stop shaking.
My nerves are through the freaking roof. It's my twin sister's wedding day, and I have to drink a shot of tequila IMMEDIATELY once the ceremony is over.
This would be so much easier to stomach if I were drunk.
Fuck.
Maybe I should leave?
THERE IS STILL TIME TO FLEE!
I'm hyperventilating already. My eye is twitching, and I can barely suck in enough oxygen to survive.
My yellow summer dress feels too tight. My left boob is already trying to escape my bra, and I swear my armpits stink. I'm a complete and utter mess.
WHY IS EVERYONE HERE SO COOL AND COLLECTED?! AND WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY HUMAN HERE?!
Probably because I am.
And that made me think I'm safe from mate-bonds, arraged weddings, and alpha werewolves who look like Calvin Klein model
