"I'm nervous." My heart hammered inside my chest. I feel like I'm going to faint with so much nervousness.

I am wearing my wedding gown. There was a pair of gloves and a veil draped over my face. The long fun of my gown looked like a carpet.

A mixture of gold and white is my gown made by Felixxe Birorne '. Famous seamstress of Paris. If I had to choose, I would prefer the cheap one. I know Damon paid almost a million here.

Mama's eyes glazed over at me. The trembling hand that wrapped my palm around my lap.

"You know, that's how I felt when your dad...