My eyes fluttered open, to a knock at my bedroom door. As I sat up on my bed, Amelia and Zara burst through the door, chipper as ever.
"Good morning honey, it is your wedding day. Time to get up," Zara smiled, pulling on the dresses, while Amelia carried in the rest of the things we needed.
"Good morning, Violet," Amelia smiled.
"Good morn," I began, but I came over feeling all sick and started to heave.
I jumped up out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Just as I reached the toilet, I began to throw up in the toilet. Zara came in and held my hair out the way. She rubbed my back, until I stopped heaving.
Once the heaving seemed to finish, I flushed the toilet, while Amelia brought me a glass of water and a paper bag with something inside it. Zara smiled, "Little sips, and you mig
