The Fiancee — Lillianna Blake; P. Seymour

My wedding day! Can you believe it's actually happening? I know, me either. I'm only slightly nervous that my fiancée might decide that I'm a bit more neurotic than he originally thought, but who can keep their cool at a time like this? Nothing's ready, my weight has ballooned up just a bit -- no, more than a bit -- and I'm petrified that I'm going to look like a giant marshmallow walking down the aisle in my dress.

Deep breaths, Sammy. (Yes, I'm still talking to myself.)

P.S. Your invitation is in the mail, I swear!