Carol’s POV
My wounds are getting better. The reports from the hospital were good and related to my brain and another two weeks for the wedding. I can’t believe that I am getting married again. I never had plans for another marriage, but life always played with me. By now my heel wound has recovered 80% so thankfully to my crutches I can walk alone without assistance.
I was in a train of thoughts when someone knocked on the door. I am sure that it was not Triston because he never knocked. How many times I have told him to knock before he enters, but he never does? I don’t know how many times I got embarrassed when he entered while I was changing.
“Come in” The door opened with a hiss.
“Good morning Miss!” Bethany entered the room with another four ladies. The three of them were mid
