The Tale Of Hearts

Chapter 117

Hazel's POV

I stood in the middle of my room, a little dazed, my eyes drifting from corner to corner like I was searching for something I couldn't see but maybe feel.

From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, there was this strange sweet  fear blooming quietly in my stomach. Not quite butterflies, not quite monkeys, more like a whole circus of emotions dancing around with no rhythm. Excitement tangled with nerves, spinning in endless loops.

I stopped near the window and took a deep, shaky breath. All i could heard was this loud nervous thump of my heart for no reason.
Or maybe... for every reason.

May be Because I was getting married tomorrow .

Or Because the boy who once made my stomach flutter with a single glance was now the man I'd walk into forever with.

Or maybe it was because the memory of his lips on my ear, the promises in his voice, the claim in his eyes. Oh God i must be really crazy now!!!! Do all brides feel this nervous or just me???? I don't know!!!

My eyes slowly found their way to the corner of the room—where it hung. My wedding dress. Soft ivory satin, delicate lace trailing and a thousand tiny pearls stitched into every seam, like stars sewn into fabric. It looked so calm. So ready. Like it already knew what tomorrow meant.

Tomorrow, I'd be wearing that dress.

Tomorrow, I'd walk down the aisle with a thousand eyes on me but all I'd see is him. 

I took a slow, deep breath, but it didn't stop my heart from racing. The thought of looking into his eyes, those dark, intense eyes that always made the world hush around me and saying I do... The thought alone made my stomach do a tiny somersault. My heart fluttered. My fingers tingled. It was happening. It was real. Tomorrow, I'd be his bride.

"Oh God, stop thinking too much," I mumbled to myself for what had to be the twelfth time in five minutes, pacing back and forth like a teenage girl who just got her first love confession. I caught myself smiling, blushing, biting my lips in nervous actually like a total goof. My brain??? absolutely, completely fried. It felt like all my logic had packed up and left early for the honeymoon without me.

Ohhh....Talking about which My eyes landed on my half-packed suitcase. It looked like an unsolvable cosmic riddle, sitting there mocking me.

Clothes were flung in every direction, a single sandal was somehow on my pillow, and socks? Absolutely feral. One had vanished into the void.

It wasn't until this morning,when Mom asked me if I'd finished packing for the honeymoon, that it hit me like a glittery brick to the face. The honeymoon!!!???

My brain had been so tangled in vows, flowers, and last-minute fittings that it never crossed my mind I'd be whisked away to God-knows-where right after the wedding.

Not one clue. No hint. Not even a suspiciously vague "bring something warm" or "maybe skip the heels."

And now? I was spiraling. Hard.

I mean... how was I supposed to ask that?
From him?

Nope. Absolutely not. I'd rather bury myself in the backyard and become one with the earth.

Because if I asked... oh God. He'd never let it go. That man would take it as an open invitation to tease me for the rest of our married life. I'd never hear the end of it. Ugh. No thanks!!!. I'll suffer in silence and pack like I'm prepping for all seven seasons of weather.