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run out of the house to where he is and give him a kiss, but I know Sam would tackle me to the ground if I tried.
    Me: I cannot wait to become your wife. Thank you for choosing me. Off to bed now. I’ll be the one in white.
    Kicking my legs in excitement, I wait for another text, but Sam plucks the phone from my hands. I go to grab it from her.
    She says, “Hey, I’m just doing as I’m told. He wants to make sure you get some sleep. The man has no willpower when it comes to you.”
    I give my best pouty face to her back.
    Without even seeing me, she responds, “Pouting won’t help. He bribed me to listen to him, and no, I can’t tell you what his bribe is.”
    My mouth drops open, and I simply turn over. Traitor .
    “Night, sweetie.”
    “You’re a traitor. You’re supposed to be my friend.”
    She gives my arm a nudge. “Oh, I can be bought.”
    We both start giggling again.
    I lie down and try to let my mind rest. Fast and furious don’t even begin to describe how quick this wedding came together. I focus on what my mom used to tell me when my mind would try to overwhelm itself.
    Follow your heart, Allison. It will always be your North Star to guide you when you’re lost.
    I never knew truer words.

    I’m awoken when Chandra brings in a tray with an assortment of pastries and fruit.
    “Good morning, girls. Breakfast is served.”
    It all comes to my mind in a rush. I am getting married today. Holy shit! Throwing the covers back, I shoot straight up. “I’m getting married! I’m getting married! I’m getting married!” I’m practically bouncing on the bed.
    “Oh mercy, Mama. We’ll have to sedate her before the wedding,” Sam says, stretching.
    I stick my tongue out to her.
    Chandra lays the tray on the bed, and I grab a croissant.
    “You know, girls, I can remember when the two of you used to play wedding with our little dog, Dump.”
    We both start laughing. I picture that little stray brown dog dressed in a black T-shirt. We’d trained him to sit there stoically through our pretend wedding ceremonies.
    At the same time, Sam and I both say, “That poor dog!”
    After getting our giggle boxes under control, Sam goes to her nightstand and pulls out a white linen envelope. She hands it to me, and I see my name printed in elegant black script.
    I open and read the note.

    My heart soars, and I start grinning from ear to ear.
    Sam tackles me in a hug. “I’m so happy for you, bestie.” She turns to her mom. “Mama, does Daddy still have any of that moonshine? That might calm her down.”
    With an adoring smile, her mom admonishes her, “Sam.” Chandra pats our legs. “Eat up, girls. In about twenty minutes, Damien has a fashion designer named Babette bringing dresses for you two to choose from.”
    I’m just not sure if this day could get any better.

    After picking out my wedding dress, Sam and I are sitting at the table, eating a salmon salad that Damien had delivered, as the fashion designer, Babette, approaches. She’s a petite little thing with black spiky hair.
    “Miss Scott, your dress has been properly stowed. I have something for you from Mr. Wales. The different bridesmaid dresses for Miss Matthews to choose from are currently being set up and will be ready for her to try on as soon as you both have finished lunch.”
    “Thank you, Babette.”
    She hands me another white linen envelope with my name printed on it.
    I open it immediately.

    “Sam, please tell me the wedding is soon.” I bite my bottom lip as I stare at his words. I read the note over and over again.
    I’m not anxious about getting married. I’m ecstatic to have him in my arms again. Forever, as mine.
    Sam makes a motion of taking a key, locking her lips, and throwing it away.
    “Paybacks are a bitch, and I’ll remember this,” I say.
    She just gives me an evil little laugh as she grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to a room that has been made into a wedding prep area. “We’ll see. It’s time to go pick