It was the day of the wedding and the sun shone bright, as birds chirped happily in the sky. Amber felt sick to her stomach with nerves, as she looked at the hustle and bustle going on at the packhouse. Tables were set up outside with beautiful decorations and she could spot the archway of white roses. Liam had already left, telling her that seeing the bride before the wedding was bad luck. Amber had scoffed at his superstition but he had been in earnest, and she had let him go to help with preparations before getting ready himself.
Annabeth came bursting in along with Carmen, Maria and Bentley who were to be her bridesmaids.
"It's time to get you ready" Annabeth chirped as Amber looked at her puzzled.
"We still have three hours" she pointed out.
It was late afternoon and they were
