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way down. There was still two hours until the wedding. She just wanted the day to speed up so she could get it over with.
    “Ew it’s warm,” Grace said, scrunching her nose up.
    Rebecca grabbed the ice bucket off of the dresser. “I’ll get some ice.”
    Angie stepped forward. “Let me,” she said reaching for the bucket. “You’re the bride. You shouldn’t be doing anything.”
    Rebecca glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was all done up in curls, her make up was painstakingly applied by Grace and her white wedding dress hugged her curves. She never thought that she could be this beautiful.
    She held her stomach as nausea overtook her. Everything was perfect. She rented separate rooms in the hotel for her and Mark to get ready. The hall was all set downstairs, looking gorgeous. The church across the street was decorated with flowers. Her dress and her bridesmaids looked fabulous and the guests were probably on their way.
    But it all felt wrong.
    It was her dream wedding but it was feeling like a nightmare.
    Rebecca rolled the ice bucket around in her hands. “It’s okay. I’ll get it. I need some air anyways.”
    The bride in the mirror was looking as white as her dress.
    “Are you okay?” Angie asked.
    “I’m fine,” she said, forcing out a smile.
    Grace put her Champagne glass down on the dresser. “You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. You know that right?”
    “Don’t be silly,” Rebecca said. “It’s just a bit hot in this dress.”
    She left the hotel room and headed down the hall to the ice room. She took deep breaths as she walked. Her stomach settled but it was soon replaced with a headache.
    She came to an intersection in the hall and looked left. Mark’s room was down there. 906 . She turned right towards the ice machine and went into the tiny room.
    She opened the flap of the large machine and stuck her head in. The cold felt good. It cooled her nervous skin and dulled her anxious thoughts.
    Connor flashed into her mind. She smiled as she pictured him rushing in here and meeting her before the wedding. A secret meeting that only they would know about. He would come in looking sexy as hell in his tux and take her beside the machine. A dangerous and naughty quickie hours before the wedding that defied all tradition. She would walk back to the room, glowing, holding a bucketful of ice and no one would ever know. They would stand at the alter, hand in hand, with her juices on him and his in her. A naughty little secret between the bride and groom.
    She dunked the ice bucket into the machine as she shook her head. After all this time you’re still thinking about him. Can you please just let yourself try to enjoy this day?
    She wondered what Mark was doing right now. Probably watching TV and emptying the mini bar. She could imagine him up at the alter, saying “I do,” with whiskey on his breath.
    Rebecca took the ice bucket and walked back to the room. She stopped at the intersection in the hallway, wondering if she should go tap on Mark’s door. Maybe they could have the naughty moment that she had pictured with Connor.
    His door opened and a young maid rushed out looking pissed off. “Asshole,” she mumbled to herself as she rushed away in the opposite direction.
    What was that about?
    This was not how she had pictured her wedding day. She continued down the hall to her room feeling stupid for even considering a quickie. Mark wasn’t romantic and spontaneous like that. They hadn’t even had sex since she came back. They hadn’t done anything. Only one kiss on the lips and it made Rebecca feel like puking. She felt like she was cheating. It will be different when we’re married.
    But she didn’t really believe that. It was a convenient story that she told herself over and over again. The truth was that she didn’t want to have sex with him. He asked and asked and she always told him that she wanted to wait until their wedding night. But now