The gorgeous engagement ring on my finger, mimics my happiness. I feel so sparkly, glittery, and full of promise, because I absolutely know that he’s the boy. The boy I want to marry. My prince. My happily ever after. But then our pastor starts asking a lot of questions. His parents say I haven’t dealt with my past. I have horrible wedding disaster dreams. I can’t find the perfect dress. I have to manipulate him to get my way. An old boyfriend asked me to run away with him. My best friend says I’m going to ruin everything. And forever starts to sound like a really long time. Which totally freaks me out and makes me question everything I know. Should best friends get married? Will my past affect our relationship? Are my horrible dreams of warning? Will I ever find a dress? Could his sexiness be clouding my judge? Am I going to ruin everything? Or is it just a case of cold feet?