"Okay." Thea Lynch nodded, "Then both of you drink less, so you won't have trouble getting up tomorrow."
"We don't plan on sleeping anyway." Silas Cheney counted on his fingers with a laugh, coordinating with her on the schedule, "I mean, is there really time to sleep?"
"I feel like I won't have time to eat at your wedding tomorrow. I'm planning to eat more tonight."
"But you should be able to get some extra sleep."
"Hopefully..." Actually, up until now, Thea Lynch still found it somewhat surreal.
Silas thought she would be relaxed, but who would have known Thea Lynch also didn't sleep a wink that night.
Her sleep was never great, and for some unknown reason, she lay in bed with insomnia.
When she got up at dawn to apply makeup, she sat in front of the mirror completely dazed.
It wasn't until the makeup was done that she finally reacted.
"All done, take a look, how do you feel?" the makeup artist asked in a gentle voice.
Thea Lynch nodded slightly, "It's very pretty."
