Allysia was relieved to here the warm words from Michael. She had been concerned about whether or not her sister could visit and the thought of her being welcome anytime made Allysia giddy with glee. It had only been a week but Allysia felt she was already falling for Sir Michael. She really hoped he didn’t change after they were wed. What a tragedy that would be. As of right now, he seemed too perfect, “there must be something wrong with him,” she thought, but she couldn’t find any flaws. Breakfast went by too quickly and it seemed everyone was trying to speak to Allysia at once. She barely had time to finish one conversation when another one found its way to her. Before she knew it, it was time to prepare for the wedding. Sir Michael wished her farewell and her family bid her goodbye for now with excited words of encouragement. Miss Isabella was with Allysia ever step of the way. Her sister decided she wanted to stay and help her get ready and who was Allysia to say no? Michael had brought in the finest hair stylist and when he was done Allysia couldn’t believe her eyes. She felt like one of the princesses from her book. It was finally time to put on her dress. Miss Isabella helped her into the dress and tightened the finishing touches. When Allysia was ready she was truly a stunning bride-to-be.
“Sir Michael is going to faint” spoke Elizabeth.
“Yes ma’am young lady. You look like a dream” said Isabella.
Allysia couldn’t believe her eyes. This was really happening, and her soul was no longer in torment but relished in the idea of being wed. Everything was evolving so perfectly she was afraid of it’s end. “Maybe there won’t be one” Allysia spoke to herself.
“Are you ready my lady?” asked Miss Isabella.
“As ready as I will ever by miss.” she replied, remembering to breath before she passed out.