Fumbling nervously with her pearl bracelet, she stopped pacing for a moment to gaze out the window that overlooked the lawn of the rose garden. It was covered in white chairs tied with satin bows awaiting the family and friends who would soon be arriving for this happy occasion. That happy occasion was Aubrey's wedding to Nick, although, at this moment in time, 'happy' would not be the word she'd use to describe it. She started pacing again and fixed her eyes on a clock on the mantel. If only she could freeze time. She needed time to sort through her thoughts and the fact that the clock kept ticking on despite her wishes was stressing her out. What was she getting herself into? She was not one to second guess herself, usually she was the girl to jump headlong into things with full gusto. Maybe that was her problem. Maybe she should have thought things out more before marrying a man she'd only known for six months. In a few hours she was about to become the wife of Nick Smalley. And as of yesterday morning, there was not a doubt in her mind that this was her destiny.
