ILIANA'S POV
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"Are you ready?" I ask Drystan as he stands in his tux, my simple white dress hanging down to my ankles. "It's just rehearsal dinner," he reminds me. The blissful joy of getting married tomorrow overwhelms my senses, and I physically can't stop smiling. "I know, but I still want it to go well," I remind him. "It will be perfect," He cups my face with both hands, peering down at me with those silver flecked hues, his smile stretching as wide as his shoulders, "You look gorgeous," he breathes, "Are you sure we can't be late?" I swat his arm, shaking my head.
"No," I'm stern, yet also so disappointed because I denied his request for a quickie, but who knows who can walk in here? "Come on," He sighs, dropping his hands from my face, and interlacing his fingers with my own, l
