The two days that came after were a bit of a blur.
Everyone scurried around to get things done and ready on time for the wedding.
Arabella needed constant reminders and call backs into reality in order to keep her feet on the ground.
The young woman looked out of breath and busy at any time anyone would lay eyes on her. The red around her cheeks remained stubborn, refusing to subside no matter what she did to quell its ardor.
"Are you sure?" she squeaked.
"Yes! Yes! I am positive! Everything is ready or on its way to be. Now, please stand still!" Ada tugged at the threads of Arabella's corset as they faced a large mirror that stood taller than them.
"What about the fairies? Have they arrived yet? I explicitly asked that they be told to come earlier than the rest of the guests," she spoke fast and kept turning her head around to glimpse Ada.
