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The day was here. It hadn't even started and I was already tired of it.

This fabulous definition of a small wedding was nothing like I have ever seen. First off, their small wedding guests were almost three hundred in number.

Sarah had made sure that we all went to the order of events multiple times. Her immediate family members were expected to have gotten to the reception by seven in the morning and here I was still in bed, snuggled against Daniel by freaking six thirty in the morning.

She's going to be so mad at us.

"She shouldn't be here for long," I replied, "Carol's going to be here any second, I'm sure the only reason we are yet to hear a reaction from her is because she's been caught on the web of a particular activity and couldn't show up to break our doors down.

"We should actually get to our feet." Daniel kissed my head gently.

I stood up reluctantly knowing he was right. The living room had been transformed since the day we came into a whole event center. All the chairs,