Rachel’s POV

“Were you guys expecting me to sleep the night of my wedding? Hell no, I woke before the sun itself.

For the first few seconds, I forgot what day it was. Then my eyes landed on the garment bag hanging from the back of the door, and everything rushed in at once.

My wedding day, yes it's my day.

I sat up slowly. The house was still quiet. Naomi had insisted I stay over the night before, insisting it was tradition.

Miranda had snuck into bed beside me sometime during ...