Shackled forever... and beyond part 1

Shackled forever... and beyond part 1

Hazel

My wedding day has finally arrived. I haven’t even got out of bed yet and I am already nervous. In fact, I didn’t sleep very well; it was a troubled sleep. Jonathan stirs beside me, still lost in the peaceful embrace of sleep. I envy his calmness, as I remember how rushed the last few days in London have been. Final fittings, confirming the timetable with the church, the wedding hall and the buffet. The day of the cake tasting and the chosen sweets and snacks was a funny day. Me, my mother Hellen, Hailey, and even Olivia were all starving. We had just left the dress fitting and hadn’t had time for lunch, so everything tasted delicious. We devoured all the samples. Dana, our trusted wedding planner, had worked tirelessly to confirm all the services we had booked. Photographer, film crew, manicurists, make-up artists and hairdressers, and even a well-deserved massage session.

Before the final preparation