The room was a sanctuary of calm, the air filled with the sweet scent of roses. Emma sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze lost in the soft dance of candlelight. The wedding dress hung nearby, a cascade of ivory silk and delicate lace, waiting for the morning’s embrace. "Tomorrow, everything changes," she murmured to herself, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her chest.
Emma rose and walked to the mirror, her reflection staring back with a blend of hope and uncertainty. Her fingers traced the intricate lace of her dress, each stitch a reminder of the journey that brought her here. Her best friend, [@ch_2]Lily, had just left, leaving behind a trail of laughter and support. "What if I'm not ready?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain.
"I thought I might find you here," Margaret said with a gentle smile. Emma turned, grateful for the familiar comfort of her mother’s embrace. "It's normal to feel uncertain, darling. But remember, love is about growing together, not having all the answers." Emma nodded, feeling the weight of her worries lighten.
"You know, your father and I had our doubts too," Margaret confessed, her eyes twinkling with memories. Emma listened intently, feeling the bond between them strengthen with each word. "But we learned to lean on each other, just as you and Ethan will." Emma smiled, a sense of peace settling within her.
Emma stood, her resolve renewed. Margaret squeezed her hand, offering a final word of encouragement. "Trust yourself, and trust in the love you've built," she advised. As Emma gazed at her wedding dress, she no longer saw just fabric and lace, but a promise of tomorrow's new beginnings.
With a deep breath, Emma opened the window, letting the cool night air fill the room. She closed her eyes, envisioning the day ahead, the vows, the celebration, and the love that would carry them through. "I'm ready," she whispered to the stars, her heart full of hope and anticipation for the journey that awaited.
