Butterflies

BUT MAYBE YOU'RE HOPING

for a fairytale too

Izzy's eyes fluttered open slowly. It was still dark outside, but the clock said it was eight in the morning. Eight in the morning on her wedding day. No, not her wedding day, their wedding day. She turned over in bed to look at Tristan asleep beside her. His face was so beautiful, even after the party they'd been to last night. His hair was tousled and messy, eyelashes sweeping across his cheekbones. Izzy reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. Today was the day they'd been preparing for for the last month. It had been a crazy ride, trying to get everything organised in time, but they'd managed it, and now the day had finally arrived. The day she would become Mrs Rowle. Butterflies filled her tummy and she curled up in a ball, enjoying the silence for a minute longer.

But only a minute, because today was something else. It was Christmas day, and no matter how old she got, Izzy was always excited on Christmas day. It felt strange waking up in a different place. Tilly was with her parents for the next week, Helley had been working Christmas Eve, and Izzy had been spending her time with people she hardly knew. Tristan's friends were a bit odd. The party last night had been fun enough, but Trist's best friend Fin was a handful, to put it politely. Izzy got the feeling he didn't like her all that much, and she'd be having to deal with a lot more than that this evening when it was time for the wedding to start. That was a problem for later, though. For now, she was content to block it all out and curl up next to her almost husband, the sun rising beyond the window as she watched him sleep.