#Chapter 247: The Morning It Begins

Ella “Are you nervous, Ella?” the makeup artist, Jenna, asked as she selected a palette of soft, natural colors that complemented my skin tone. Nervous would have been an understatement. It was the morning of my wedding; the day had finally come, after what had somehow felt like both an eternity and no time at all at the same time. I was sitting in front of the makeup artist’s vanity, and the sun had just begun to warm the air outside. In just a few hours, I would be exchanging my vows with Logan. I still couldn’t believe it. I smiled at her reflection in the mirror. “Very,” I admitted. “It feels silly to be so nervous, though.” Jenna chuckled. “I was so nervous on my wedding day that I threw up, if that makes you feel any better,” she said. I quirked an eyebrow. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She nodded as she began wiping my face with a gentle cleansing cloth. “So, keep that in mind; it could always be worse.” As Jenna began getting to work on my makeup, her words