I can't sleep the night before the wedding.
Not from nerves or fear or cold feet. But from this restless energy. This awareness that tomorrow changes everything while also changing nothing at all.
At two AM, I give up on sleep. Wrap myself in a blanket and go to the rooftop where the ceremony will be in twelve hours.
The chairs are already set up. Twenty of them in neat rows facing the spot where Liam and I will stand. The string lights are testing, twinkling overhead like captured stars. The wildflowers are in buckets waiting to be arranged at dawn.
It's perfect. Small. Intimate. Real.
Everything my first wedding wasn't.
"Couldn't sleep either?"
I turn. Liam's standing in the doorway in pajama pants and a t-shirt, hair messy, eyes soft.
"We're not supposed to see each other before
