Amber’s PoV
I smoothed the fabric of the dress down with my hands as I stared at my reflection in shock.
I almost didn’t recognise the woman staring back at me in the mirror. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be standing here now, on the morning of my wedding looking like a completely different woman, I would have never believed them.
I tried to ignore the butterflies that plagued my stomach and the anxiety that gnawed on my insides, but it was hard. Was I really going to be able to get through the wedding feeling like this? I hadn’t been this nervous yesterday so why now?
“Amber, is everything okay? You’ve gone really pale.” Lilly said gently, “do you need something to eat? Or even drink?”
I bit at the inside of my cheek as I shook my head.
“No, I don’t think so.
