WEDDING

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed and a pout on her face. The house was alive with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional clinking of dishes.

Everyone was bustling around, preparing for Kylie’s wedding, and the excitement was infectious. She could hear her sister’s laughter mixed with the enthusiastic voices of her family and friends, creating a symphony of joy that filled the house.

“Evelyn, I told you to stay put!”

Her mother’s voice called from the hallway, and Evelyn sighed.

She glanced around her bedroom, feeling a pang of frustration. She wanted nothing more than to be in the thick of the preparations, helping with the decorations, the wedding dress, and all the little details that made a wedding special. But her mother had insisted she rest and avoid any strenuous activities.

“This is so unfair,”

Evelyn muttered to herself.

Just then, the door creaked open, and her father peeked in, a warm smile spreading across his face when he saw her.

“How’