Dear diary,
Tomorrow is it. The day I have waited for so long for... the day where I become Mrs. Willowdye.
I am still so excited for it! But, at the same time, the nerves are beginning to bother me... I trust that everything will go as planned, I shouldn't have to worry or be nervous, but... some part of me says that something will go wrong...
But I know nothing will. That part of me is lying. But it's saying it so much, and so loudly... no. I refuse to believe it.
Everything is going to go perfectly. My vows have been written, rewritten, edited, and rewritten again. My dress is in perfect condition. Miss Gracelyn (my maid of honour), Malleiya (my twin sister), and Awaarth (my father-figure) are here to support us. I haven't an idea if anyone else will come to the wedding; it would certainly be no surprise if it turns out bigger than I thought. It is near the Yule Festival, after all, and it is brimming with people...
I can't help but look at the ring on my hand from when he officially asked it in marriage... and I cannot help but grin as I know the day is so very soon. The realization of it has just begun to work up my nerves, which is another reason why I am nervous, but, as I have said, I have no true worries, no true reason to be so nervous.
Tomorrow, I will no longer be Bretthera Seacrest... that surname will mean little to me after tomorrow, as I will be Bretthera Willowdye, wife of Tordann... Oh, to just think of it makes me so happy!
