92| Little Rascal.

ONE MONTH LATER

"Isla, you're reading too much into this. You need to calm down. Nothing is going to be perfect.”

"No way, this is going to be perfect. It has to be perfect." I cut Harry off, and he rolls his eyes.

"Isla, no one here is going to care if the lights are too bright or the snacks are too salty," he reasons, and I gasp.

"Oh my goodness, you're right! What if the lights are too bright? What if the snacks are too salty? What if they're not salty enough? What am I going to do? It's going to ruin everything?!" I cry out, flailing my hands in midair.

"I'm calling Oliver right now and telling him to cancel the ball. We're not ready yet, and I'm not ready yet." I start to hyperventilate as a million things that could go wrong start swarming around my head.

I don't know when Harry decides to place both his arms on my shoulders, but I feel it, which causes me to flinch a little, but I relax when he uses his hand to caress my shoulder.

"Take a deep breath, love." He says, and I do i