My actual wedding dress lay carefully draped across the wide king bed.

The spotless silk was safely out of reach, glowing white against the dark comforter.

My real shoes sat perfectly lined up on the carpet right beside it.

Chloe picked up her phone from the nightstand.

She tapped the screen constantly, her thumbs moving in a blur.

“I texted the hair and makeup team,” Chloe said, talking very fast.

“I told them we had a room change because of a plumbing issue.

They’re coming straight to this floor at nine.