I woke up the next morning with paper stuck to my face. I had been drooling on some most likely important paperwork.
"s**t" I swore, my back ached from sleeping in a weird position all night. I took the paper off my face attempting to wipe my spit off, and make it seem like it had never happened. I rustled my hair, then stood up to stretch. Looking at the clock it was already noon. Only six hours till the ceremony. My nerves were getting the better of me. I wanted to just get this all over with.
"Darling, do you mind having a walk with me and your father? We would like to discuss something" my mother said, opening the door just slightly. She must have been looking everywhere for me.
"Okay," I replied standing up and walking towards her. I was curious as to what they wanted to discuss
