Katherine's POV
If I said I wasn't nervous, I would be a big fat liar. No, change that to a slim, pregnant liar.
I wiped my hands on my dress for the twentieth time in the past fifteen minutes and sighed. I was going to get dehydrated at this rate. Maybe I should go out with a bottle of water. No, that was a bad idea. Ever since I got pregnant, my bladder worked super double its initial rate and I wasn't about to keep stopping on the road to find public restroom I could use.
I wanted this to be over with as soon as possible.
What was the big deal that I was as nervous as this?
It wouldn't be a big deal to any other bride-to-be but I wasn't a normal bride-to-be. Any other lady would be happy to go for her fitting but I was as nervous as a rat trapped in a hole. And it didn't help that Jack was right outside my apartment waiting to escort me, just like any other groom would.
