Lucia rested her head on Michael's shoulder as their driver drove them back to the capital city. He was going to drop her off at the Handhoff Estate before going to the airport with her siblings and the rest of his family to pick up her parents. They had slept in after a long night of playing board games.
This time tomorrow, she would be walking down the aisle towards him. The thought put butterflies in her belly and made the muscles of her back want to contract. A shiver travelled up her spine.
Michael rubbed her arm in response.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
She shook her head, "Nothing. I'm fine."
She wondered if she would be as nervous as she was now.
Yes, she decided, she would be, if not a lot more. She would also be as excited. She looked up at Michael.
I would be your wife tomorrow, she thought. I will walk down the aisle and meet you at the end. I will look into your eyes and promise to be with you forever. I will mean every single word.
