Chapter 138 Shayla

“How are you feeling?”

I smile and look at myself in the full-length mirror and look at Aimee and Jo standing on either side of me. “Nervous. My stomach is in knots. But it’s a good nervous; I’m anxious to see him already.” I say, and they smile and lay their heads on my shoulders.

“You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen,” Jo sighs, her eyes watering.

“No!” Aimee exclaims, waving her hands in my face. “No crying… no crying, we don’t have time to do your make up again.”

“Can you try to call my mum again?” I utter, glancing around for my phone.

“I did, like two minutes ago. She didn’t answer, babe. She might be sleeping still—time difference and all.” Aimee tells me, and I sigh, closing my eyes. I hate that she’s not here with me.

“Maybe,” I whisper, looking at myself again. After trying