15: The Wedding 💜

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The alarm on my phone goes off. I open my eyes wide as I remember what I had set it for.

"Get up! Get up, Herah!" I shout grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it, but not too hard.

"Whaaat?" Herah asks in a dragged tone.

Just then she shoots up with a bright smile on her face.

"Ahhhhhh!" Herah screams jumping onto me and kissing me.

We both fall onto the bed, laughing.

"I cannot wait to marry you..." I tell Herah.

"To the latest chapter and the beginning of our lives," Herah says holding me near.

I kiss her cheeks, left and right making her laugh. I then head to the bathroom and shower, finishing sooner than ever, excited for the day.
There's a knock on our door and it then opens.

"Hiii! Guys, how did you sleep?" I hear my mom's voice.

"Are y'all ready to get married?" Aiden asks as he runs in jumping onto our bed.

We both laugh and look at him. Herah gives him a big hug.

"Yes... We are." Herah says and I nod.

"Yeah, I can't wait," I say in a sarcastic tone.

I don't really know why I'm nervous...but I am.

Everyone laughs at my answer.

"Don't be nervous. It is normal, though." My mom says with her arms folded.

"Guess what came in today?" My mom says.

"Ahhhh... it's lit." I say as our housekeepers bring in what I believe to be my suit.

"My suit!" I say waiting for the bag to be opened.

Once it is, I go crazy at the details of the jacket. It is two-toned and even the collar stands out. Our tailor, Modrick got me good!

"My dress also came. And everybody confirmed on getting theirs too." Cleo says.

"You did good Jah." My mom says.

"Ok. Let's get ready, preparations start at two." My mom says leaving with Aiden.

Herah comes out of the bathroom whilst drying her hair.

Alright...let's go get married...

"I'll be heading to the venue first and meet the boys there," I tell her.

"Ok..." Herah says.

"Cause you know, our bride has to make her grand entrance," I tell her, gently pulling her over by her wrist.

"God, you..." Herah starts, her arm reaching for my neck, making me laugh.

"Ugh, God, Jah, this is all your fault... But I love it, and wouldn't have it any other way." Herah says as silence fills our room.

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