Sandy glanced around the small chapel at the burnt orange, burgundy and mauve flowers. Perfect. Finally. Her dream. Her fall wedding. Everything was done. The rehearsal was history. All she needed now was a good night’s sleep in preparation for her big day tomorrow.
“So, are you all ready?” Kelly, one of her bridesmaids, had snuck up behind her.
“Yeah, I think so. I’m just getting ready to leave. Anyone else here or are we the last ones?” Sandy asked.
“Nope. I think we are it. So…any last-minute jitters? Cold feet?” Kelly knew how to cut to the chase when she wanted to.
Sandy sighed. “What does that mean?” Kelly asked.
“I’m happy. We love each other. What more can you ask for?”
“You…. didn’t really answer my question.”
Sandy laughed. “Well, it’s marriage. Nothing’s 100% guaranteed. No one goes into it with no doubts… surely?”
“Don’t ask me. I wouldn’t know. I was just curious,” Kelly put her hand on Sandy’s shoulder. “You know you can tell me anything.”
Sandy laughed again. “There’s nothing to worry about. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine,” she said, admiring the flowers one more time before she turned out the lights in the chapel.