7. getting Lucy the Dress prepped

I jumped into bed, texted Allen and he said goodnight. There was no giggling, no hyper-aware nervousness, no chaos. The TV was off, the iPod was charged. The programs folded and seating chart made. I sighed, snuggled in, and turned off the light.

Then I jumped out of bed again.

The damn dress.

I quickly brought it out of the garment bag, hanging it from the shower rod. The deep red was a brilliant reminder that tomahawk was the day.

The dress had been custom made for me by Kathryn of pure something, and it was a perfect fit. The red, the white laces, the detailed beading, the flowers. I loved it all.

So I admired it for a minute, shut the light, and crawled back into bed.

Seven AM would come early.