Dear Elle,

12. The night before.

Elle POV

It had been a busy day. No doubt about it.

It was the night before the wedding and I was only now just catching my breath from the events of the day. I was glad that I had been busy for a majority of the day because it allowed for me to be distracted, which allowed for me to push my nerves aside.

Until now.

I had been pampered in every way shape and form. My muscles were relaxed, my hair had been prepped for tomorrow, my skin waxed and my nails buffed and polished. Everyone had their times of when and where they had to be and we were all set to go.

It seemed crazy, all the months of preparation for one single day.

Noah and I had constantly been told from the very beginning - just enjoy every moment, because it goes SUPER fast. Thankfully the photos and the video would hopefully catch any moments that we missed.

We chose not to have a rehearsal dinner, rather just spend the night with our families. I guess we were trying to stick to some tradition of 'don't see each other before the big day', but I knew that was going to be really hard for the both of us.

My Dad and Brad were crashing at our place tonight, while Noah had been packed off to his parents place. I cooked a feast for Dad and Brad and even though my Dad insisted on cooking, it had reminded me of old times. Brad is so excited for tomorrow, that Dad needed to take his tux out of his room to stop him from constantly trying it on. It had been a good night - we laughed, we cried, we reminisced and we wished that Mum could have been here.

Honestly, it felt like forever since it had just been the three of us and I had missed it more than I knew.

Lee had come over after dinner to make sure that I was okay and all set to go for tomorrow. We had debated on having Lee and Chloe sleep at the respective houses to make the morning a little easier....but honestly, everyone needed a good night sleep and slept better in their own bed. Chloe promised me to have Noah all set to go and couldn't wait to see me walk down the aisle. Plus, June and Matthew deserved a night at home with their sons, just like old times.

There was a different vibe in the air. Everyone could feel it. It's almost akin to the feeling of Christmas Eve. You know you have to go to sleep, but your too excited to sleep because you know what is happening the next day.

That was my current predicament.

I knew that I needed to sleep or rest, but my mind was racing.

I was excited.

I was nervous.

I felt sick.

I wanted to run.

I wanted it to be the morning already.

I wanted the day to be over.

And for a split second, I even wished I had taken Noah up on the offer to elope.

I sighed as I flicked through the photo album that sat on my bed. Noah and I had come a very long way from the two kids that we used to be.

And tomorrow we were getting married.

That sounded so 'adult', I even giggled.

We were getting married.

We were going to be Mr and Mrs Flynn.

We had experienced different versions of each other growing up but High School made us both realise that maybe we wanted more. Everything that happened with Lee, the debacle with Marco and the mix up with Chloe were just some of the roadblocks that we faced and that we needed to overcome. There are times where I don't love Noah every minute of every day and that's okay. It's human to clash and to fight, but we won't walk away from this. We know what that's like and never again.