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concern right now. I think we should wait,” Nick says firmly.
    I get up from the bed and start for the bathroom without a word. If he thinks I am postponing this wedding, he is out of his mind. I feel fine. I hadn’t slept much yesterday and pushed myself to my limits. I should have come back to the villa for a nap when I started to feel off, but I will not cancel my wedding because of a stupid headache and a little stomach ache.
    “Sephora what are you doing? Come back to bed. You need to drink this,” I turn to see Nick holding up a glass of water toward me.
    I am thirsty. I turn and walk over to his side of the bed, reaching for the glass. I take it and start to chug it down realizing how thirsty I really am. Nick wraps his arms around my waist and rubs his hands up and down my back. However, when I finish the water I gently tug free and start for the bathroom again.
    “Sephora,” Nick calls.
    “Nick,” I say holding up my hand, but not turning to face him. “I will see you at the altar.”
    I surprise myself with the authority and firmness in my voice. I hear Nick snort behind me, but I don’t turn around. I head right into the bathroom for my shower, but like the punk I am, I do close and lock the door.
    After my shower, I step out and stand before the mirror. I feel better than yesterday. I was probably dehydrated. I’ll be fine . There is nothing that will stop this day from happening.
    I half expect to see Nick sitting on the bed when I reenter the bedroom, but who I do find is ten times worse. I have to say my mother has been trying, but she is the one that has turned into Bridezilla during the planning of this wedding. It is official, my mother is nuts.
    I step into the room to find her sitting at the foot of the bed. Her eyes roam over me in a way only Faraz can pull off. I know she is taking in every inch of me, assessing, and for once it doesn’t make me twitchy. I stand proudly with my head up and my shoulders back. I don’t even reach to fidget with the towel I have wrapped around me.
    This is my wedding day and no one, and I mean no one is going to ruin it for me. I go to tell my mother just that, but she lifts her hand to halt me. I cross my arms over my chest.
    “I have not come to fight with you. Nick doesn’t like it, but he has gone to get ready for the wedding,” my mother says with a soft smile. Her eyes roam over me again. She opens her mouth to speak once more, but then she closes it.
    “What is it? What do you want to say,” I huff.
    “It is nothing that can’t wait. We’ll have that talk soon enough I am sure,” she tilts her head at me. “Did Nick agree to the cliff jump?”
    “Yeah, he did,” I reply.
    “Are you sure you still want to go through with it. I mean, it may not be wise. You did faint,” my mother says cautiously.
    My hackles go up right away. Faraz does not do cautiously. I narrow my eyes at my mother. She knows how bad I wanted to get Nick to jump the cliff with me. It isn’t a huge jump really. I think that is what is making me so brave in the first place. It is enough of a cliff to have me a little apprehensive, but not high enough to totally freak me out.
    “I’ll be fine. I think I was just a little dehydrated no big deal,” I shrug.
    “Yes, this is probably true. That is what the doctor Nick brought in last night said, but as a precaution–,” this time, I hold my hand up to stop her.
    “I am not changing a thing, Mom. Is the glam squad here? Can we start to get me ready,” I ask signaling the end of this discussion.
    Mom gives me the side-eye for a full minute and looks as if she is going to go all the way in on me, but she restrains herself and with a sigh she stands. She walks over to me and cups my cheek. I look up into her eyes. I didn’t get mom and dad’s height like Luke and Ettie did. I feel like a small child for a moment as I look up at her.
    “You are just as stubborn as always. Just promise me, if you are not feeling well, Lilla