Bree’s POV
My eyes are already open when my alarm goes off at 6:00 AM on the morning of my wedding day.
I grab my phone and swipe dismiss before sitting it back down and staring at my ceiling, feeling slightly queasy.
I am getting married today.
Married.
To Cranston Whittington.
Throwing my hands over my face, I let out a loud groan.
Okay.
This is happening.
Erica is picking me up in the limousine in half an hour and we go to the yacht to start getting ready.
Not sure why we are starting so early.
The wedding does not even start until 2:00, but whatever.
I throw the blankets off and sit up, quickly throwing my hands over my mouth as another overwhelming wave of nausea rolls over me, and I dart to the bathroom.
Sighing as I sit on the floor and lean my head back against the
