Amelie’s POV

Beep, beep, beep... ugh, that stupid alarm clock—five more minutes. I didn’t sleep that well. The bed at Carrington’s mansion was comfortable enough, but the lack of Nathan’s arms around me was very noticeable.

Suddenly, my eyes open in shock at the realization that today is the wedding.

I’m as nervous as hell. In four hours, I will become Mrs. Amelie Michaels, but the thing that makes me more nervous is the fact that I’ve already decided to tell Nathan that I’m in love with him when we get back to the Honeymoon suite. I don’t know how he’ll react, but I need to do it. I can’t...