I'm awake long before eight. No one sleeps well on the eve of their wedding, not even when the wedding is a sham.
I take a shower and put my hair in a high ponytail. I wear my sweatpants and matching shirt from last night before I walk to the living room.
Shane is watching a marine program on TV and he gives me a once over.
"I made breakfast."
I shake my head.
"I'll pass. I'm very nervous."
"But why?"
"I'm getting married in a few hours. That sucks."
"Ava, you don't have to do that."
"Yes I do. I need the money."
He looks me over again then he sighs.
"Would you still get married to him if it weren't for the money?"
I think for a quick second. Would I? I like him. I know I do. But is that enough to make me marry him?
I shake head.
"No. I wouldn't."
"You told me that yo
