It's the morning of our wedding day. We will be married late in the afternoon where the sun is about to set on the horizon. Everyone is so busy. I can hear them all outside. Uncle John and Aunt Suzanne took over the operation and had been barking orders since they arrive.
Papa arrived last night and watched Maria like a hawk when he found out about Marcus following her around.
Poor baby sister and poor Marcus seem to be under a microscope. Our father is one hell scary guy. He's like the eye in the Lord of the ring. He sees everything.
There was a knock on the door, and Samuel came in with a tray of breakfast. My husband-to-be has been pampering me for days now. He serves me breakfast in bed, lunch by the patio, and candlelight dinner by the gazebo.
I am enjoying this kind of life very
