Time had moved fast—almost too fast.
Somehow, the days had slipped by like sand through my fingers, and now, here I was, staring down at my phone and realizing there was only one month left before my wedding.
One month.
Thirty days.
Four weeks.
A ridiculously short amount of time before I would officially be Elena Steele.
The thought sent a thrill of excitement through me, but also a wave of stress. Because today—today was one of the most important moments of wedding planning.
I was choosing my wedding dress.
And I was terrified.
Not because I didn't want to get married—God, no. Carmen was everything to me. But because this was the dress I would be wearing when I walked down the aisle toward her.
The dress she would see me in for the first time before we promised forever. It had to be perfect.
And knowing Carmen? She would cry. Which meant the dress had to be so breathtakingly beautiful that it would reduce her to a mess.
So, no pressure.
