Camille woke before the alarm.
For several seconds, she lay completely still, staring at the ceiling.
Then she remembered.
Today.
Her wedding day.
She sat up slowly.
Her heart was beating so fast that she could almost hear it.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Camille?"
Chanel.
She smiled.
"Come in."
The door opened.
Chanel walked inside carrying two cups of coffee.
She stopped when she saw Camille sitting on the bed.
"You're awake."
"I couldn't sleep."
"Neither could I."
Chanel handed her a cup.
"Coffee."
Camille took it gratefully.
"Thank you."
Chanel sat beside her.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then Chanel smiled.
"You're really doing this."
Camille laughed softly.
"I am."
"You're going to become Mrs. Moretti."
"Apparently."
Chanel looked at her.
"Are you scared?"
Camille thought about it.
"Not of marrying Dante."
"What are you scared of?"
"Everything changing."
Chanel nodded.
"I understand."
Camille looked at her.
"Do you?"
"Yes."
