It's six thirty in the morning when I open my eyes. I had the worst night ever. I barely slept and when I eventually drifted into a troubled sleep, I had nightmares.
Needless to say, Seth was the actor starring in my bad dreams.
I pull myself out of bed and check my phone. I have a few missed calls from my friends and I choose to ignore them.
It's my wedding day.
I stare at my face in the bathroom mirror and I barely recognize myself. My hair is tangled an awful and my face looks like a mushy mass. My eyes are red and puffy and the bags under them hung to infinity.
I inhale then exhale deeply. I look nothing like the moguls bride to be.
Not that I care much about impressing, I just want to look good on my wedding day. It's the only wedding I'll ever have so I might as well have fun
