Page 135 of Set the Moment
I sigh, an overwhelming feeling heavy on my chest as I think about today’s activities.
“Oh hush, G. It’s not every day that our girl getsmarried.” Cleo giggles, exaggerating the word “married” as she squeezes my shoulder.
“No, it’s not every day that she gets married—but she does wear makeup daily. Crying off makeup that she paid for is just sinister. I honestly think the blond heathen doesn’t deserve it,” Georgia tuts, pursing her lips.
Her words make me laugh. You would think that after almost twenty years of friendship, the two of them would stop arguing like cats and dogs.
Sighing, I toss my head back.
“Ican’tcalm down. I’m gettingmarried, haven’t seen my fiancé in over three days—which is crazy considering we’re in the same fucking country. And I’m pretty sure I may spill wine on my first dress of the night because of how nervous I am.”
The girls all pause, eyeing me through the vanity mirror I’m sitting in front of.
“Oh, Si Si, It’s okay to be nervous. Marriage is a big deal, I would be more terrified if you weren’t nervous about this,” my cousin Zahria says, coming up to stand behind me.
“No, I don’t think you understand, Zahr. If I don’t see Jace Heart within the next ten seconds, I’m going to freak the fuck out,” I say, my jaw clenching as my nails dig into the armrest of my chair.
I just need to hear his voice—smell him, even. I just need something.Anything.
As if the angels heard my plea, a knock sounds through the room.
“Knock. Knock. Knock. Mother of groom, here.” Anna’s sweet voice rings through the bridal suite, and I instantly feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders.
Throughout the wedding planning process, Anna has been a gift sent from above. She’s helped book our wedding venue–Chateau de Versailles. She’s brought on the best wedding planners in the industry and has even taken time out to book our dream honeymoon for us.
I couldn’t wish for a better mother-in-law.
Anna’s eyes are bright as she eyes me at the vanity, her smile warm as she heads towards me.
“Still nervous?”
I inhale sharply, “I—”
Shit! She wasn’t supposed to know that I was nervous about today. What would she think? I’m supposed to be marrying her son—
“It’s okay to be nervous, Sienna. I was nervous about marrying Julian, and I still get nervous whenever we renew our vows. Nerves and giddiness are a part of the wedding process, my dear,” she says, gently placing a purple envelope on the vanity.
Our eyes lock, a look of love and trust dances in her irises as she gives me a small smile before pulling me into a hug.
“I am so proud of the woman that you have become, Sienna. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be my daughter. Thank you for loving my boy, I loveyou.” Anna’s words hit me like a love filled freight train, but instead of bringing about more nerves and anxiety.
I feel a sense of comfort.
When she lets go of me, she sends me a small wink. Chuckling, I squeeze her hand.
When planning out this wedding, I made the brave decision of not inviting my parents. I only wanted to be surrounded by people who I know have love and care about me rather than those who brought about heartache.
After telling Anna about my parents, she was immediately on my side and has treated me like one of her own ever since.
I smile to myself, thinking back to the memory, only for my smile to falter as I realize that she’s gathered up the girls and left the suite.
Odd.
My eyes land on the purple envelope on the vanity, and I tilt my head at the neat scrawl on the front of it.
To my wife.
My heart rackets against my chest as I eye the envelope and I waste zero time in opening it.
