Chapter 17
Our wedding
Lucille
Today was our wedding day, and I seemed calm. Whom am I kidding? I’m a nervous wreck.
I got ready and paced. My parents chuckled since they had married. I had many thoughts running through my mind. What if I suck as a wife?
I didn’t want to get married and blow this marriage since I didn’t believe in divorce.
“Hun, you’ll be fine,” Mom said.
“I’m eighteen. In two months, I turn nineteen. I’m young. What if I screw this marriage up?”
I furrowed my brows.
“All marriages have a secret. You make mistakes and argue, but you’ll have each other. Your dad and I had our moments, but we survived, and you will too.”
I looked at her and nodded. People getting married was an enormous deal. I wanted to make sure I didn’t suck at it.
“It’s time to go,” Dad said.
