Excitement buzzed through me as I sat at the beautifully decorated rehearsal dinner table, my gaze roaming over the smiling faces around me. Candlelight flickered against the elegant floral centerpieces, the scent of fresh roses and hydrangeas mingling with the crisp evening air. The night was perfect, a harmonious blend of laughter, music, and the gentle murmur of friendly conversations.
I leaned slightly against Chris, absorbing his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a quiet reassurance against my growing nerves. Tomorrow was our wedding day. The realization made butterflies erupt in my stomach.
Or was it nerves?
I discreetly pressed a hand against my abdomen, my fingers ghosting over the silky fabric of my dress. Something felt off. All day, I'd experienced waves of nausea and fatigue, my body betraying me at the most inconvenient moments. I'd chalked it up to anxiety and the overwhelming whirlwind of wedding planning. Too much stress, too little rest.
