Celeste
I stired up from sleep, I was still tired from the flight yesterday, from the tension on the jet, from everything.
I just wanted to stay in my hotel room if possible throughout the wedding but my eyes move to Lisa that was standing at the foot of my bed already dressed her hands on her hips.
"Get up, sleepyhead. We have dress fittings in an hour."
I groaned pulling the blanket over my head.
"Lisa please I don't need to be there. It's your stepmom's dress fitting, not mine. I'll just be in the way, I don’t want that, I’ll just stay at home instead”
"But we need to pick out dresses we’ll put too," Lisa said yanking the blanket down. "So you need to be fitted too. Plus Genevieve would need moral support. You think I can handle a day of dress shopping with alone? I'll lose my
