Tiffany POV
It was our wedding day. We weren't aloud to see each other before the ceremony, because it was bad luck.
Niall's text:
Hey love can't wait for you to be me wife in a few minutes!!
Tiffany's text:
I can't wait either to be from Tiffany brown to Tiffany Horan!
Niall's text:
I wish I could come from across the hall to your room and give you a passionate kiss!!!
Tiffany's text:
I know but you can't it's bad luck.
We've been texting for a while now so I put my phone down, and just kept letting my younger sister do my hair and makeup. At first I thought
It was a bad idea letting her do this, but she wouldn't stop bugging me unless I said yes. It was her only chance to do it so why not? I got to save money anyways.
