Emma’s POV
“Saturday, 11th March,” I said to myself repeatedly as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
“Emma? Are you okay?” Sammy asked as she walked back into my dressing room.
“I get married today, Sammy,” I responded, breaking out of my cycle. “I get married today,” I said again, my voice trailing off.
I felt dizzy, so I went over to the couch to sit down.
She came up to me and engulfed me in a hug. “I know this wasn’t what we planned, but everything’s going to be okay. I promise,” she said, rubbing smooth circles on my back in an attempt to calm me down. “Please don’t cry,” she beckoned as she released me from the hug, noticing tears starting to form at the corners of my eyes. You’re looking way too beautiful to cry, Emma. Please don’t cry,” she pleaded, pulling me back i
