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It doesn't feel like a wedding morning.

Infact, Hazel is not even sure what a wedding morning is supposed to feel like. She sits up in her bed with her face leaning on her palm as she stared out the window, she had gone to bed pretty late yes, but she had still managed to find herself awake at seven am. Perhaps that could be blamed on her internal alarm clock, which usually would wake her no later than six am if she had gone to bed a little earlier the night prior.

She turned to her left where Anna was still snoring softly, completely immersed in whatever dream was causing that shadow of a smile on her face.

What was to happen now?

Hazel thought to herself. When she pictured a wedding morning, she has pictured it would be something abuzz and full of rigourous running around to make everything perfect, just like it had been when they were making arrangements for Alva's engagement.

Right now, she wasn't even sure what kind of wedding was going to take place. She had played no part in