AMELIA’S POV
The big day had finally arrived, and Anna woke me at a (thankfully) reasonable hour, sunlight streaming through the curtains. Her excitement was palpable as she rushed me out of bed, reminding me that we had a packed schedule ahead. “You have thirty minutes to get ready!” she declared, barely giving me time to process her words before dashing off to gather Mom and Mother downstairs.
I should have anticipated their plans, but I naively thought I’d have most of the day to myself to relax and prepare for the ceremony. However, since it was unsafe for unnecessary travel, Mom and Mother had transformed three rooms at the far end of the pack house into a mini spa—a decision that struck me as both cute and unexpected.
We kicked things off with mani-pedis, the atmosphere around us
