Wedding Night

Hers

The feeling that overcame me was wondrous and terrifying. I wanted to stay underneath the sheets, I wanted to sleep through the entire thing; but I knew if I didn't get up I would regret it. Getting up was the hardest part for me. Actually standing to my feet and accepting that today was the day, that was difficult.

My life would be changed forever. Honestly, the way I was living, the way things were would cease. I couldn't say I wasn't excited, but I was also troubled. Questions came from the mixture of emotions: was this what I really wanted?

I heard my cell phone buzz and glanced over at my nightstand. This was probably the last morning I would have in this bed, in this house, by this nightstand. I picked up my phone and saw I had received a text message from Jonathan.

Jon:

Good morning my sweet Aubree, I love you

received January 9th, 2018 7:13 AM

I beamed. Of course this was what I wanted. Why would I even think otherwise? I felt a surge of energy from that text message, a will to get up and go on. So I did just that. I stood to my feet, the cold lament floor against my flesh, and I walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

The water took ages to warm up because it was cold outside. I shivered outside the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. Was I beautiful enough? For some reason, Jon thought so. He believed that I was worth it, that I was the one. I stared at the curves of my breast to waist and waist to hips, feeling more relaxed with every inch of skin my eyes covered.

I stepped into the shower and allowed the warm waters to engulf my body. The warm waters mixed with soap slid down my dark brown skin, eating away the dirt and filth. I massaged my skin while thoughts of the day harassed me. Today was going to be a stressful, but beautiful day.

My fuzzy towel embraced me, drying any moisture from my skin. I dreaded stepping out of the bathroom because I forgot to turn on the heater. My entire house was an icicle without the heat on. My toes curled into balls and my top lip shivered as I waddled towards the thermostat.

I waited until I felt some warmth surround me and decided to get dressed. I had only a few hours to get ready for my big day and I knew at any moment, my best friend Camila would be arriving at my house soon. I grabbed a big shirt that was probably Jon's and a pair of sweatpants to put on. I glanced over at my suitcase for the trip and smiled. After today, everything would be a brand new start.

Camila was honking from downstairs, probably waking up everyone that neighbored me. I stood in front of the mirror, making sure I had everything. I brushed my teeth, I braided my bushy hair down my back and I was dressed. There was something I was forgetting though: the suitcase. I clutched the handle and felt the weight of my luggage. It made my heart heavy.

I stumbled down the steps in front of my door, waving to my best friend who was also my maid of honor.

Camila jumped from the driver's seat to help with the suitcase. "Good morning! Are you excited? It's your wedding day!"

I nodded. "Of course I'm excited, but I'm also nervous." I said against the wind, the cold gusts carrying my voice from Camila's ears. "What do they call it: blue feet?"

"No, it's cold feet." She replied and placed the suitcase in the trunk of her car. "You're probably just letting the stress of today get to you. I know Jon's the one for you and you're his other half."

I smiled. This was why she was my best friend. I wouldn't want any other female telling me these things because I wouldn't believe them, but Camila was genuine. She was always true when it came to important things. We had been best friends since third grade.