She stood at the window on the morning of her wedding day, watching the light creep over the horizon. The house was still quiet. In a few hours, it would fill with the chaos of flowers and dresses and the nervous laughter of people who loved her. In a few hours, she would put on the white dress that had been hanging in the closet for months. In a few hours, she would walk down an aisle and stand before him and say the words that would bind their lives together in the eyes of the law, in the eyes of their families, in the eyes of whatever force had brought them to this moment. But for now, in the silence, there was only the question. The one she had been avoiding for weeks because it felt too large, too terrifying, too final. Am I ready? Do I truly want this? Am I making the right choice?