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THREE MONTHS LATER: EPILOGUE

“Wakey wakey, mommy!” Some scream right through my ears.

I stir in my bed and groan. “Leave me be, Somi. I'm not done sleeping.”

“But it's your wedding, mom. Do you prefer to sleep throughout your wedding day?”

I sit up immediately I hear that, I have forgotten that today is my wedding day. I scramble off my bed and tie my robe, then I head down to the kitchen with Somi giggling beside me.

“Isabel honey, you look disoriented this morning.” Stephanie gasps and I shrug.

“Somi caused it, what did I miss?”

“The wedding gown designer, the makeup artist, and the hair stylist,” Myra replies.

“This will be the worst wedding ever,” Jayne says.

“Thanks, Jayne.” I roll my eyes and go to sit on the counter.

“This kitchen looks yummy,” Somi says and Stephanie hands her some baked bread.

“We made them especially for your mom, now Isabel, go back to your room and freshen up. We’ll send the list of people that Myra mentioned to help you get dressed, we have less than