The morning of my wedding day, I woke up to Lia shaking my shoulder and sunlight streaming through the hotel room curtains.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" she was practically singing. "It's your wedding day!"

I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to become Mrs. Carter." She yanked the covers off me. "Come on, we have to make your hair and do your makeup in an hour, and you need to eat something first. I will not have you fainting at the altar because you ...