Nick's POV
Sleep was apparently not part of the wedding plan. I spent the entire night tossing, turning, and checking my phone like a teenager waiting for a reply that never came. I sent Georgia the bridal shower gift I'd prepared—a video that took weeks to put together—and texted her about it. She saw it... She saw it! But no reply. Just "seen."
That woman is going to make me go bald before I even say my vows.
In my desperation, I called Vicky, but she was so drunk she thought I was the resort bartender. She asked me for another bottle of champagne. Twice.
So, here I was at my mom's house—because apparently, tradition dictates the groom can't see the bride before the wedding. My mom insisted, saying it was "bad luck." Forcing me to stay here instead of the groom's suite in the resort was just her way of making sure I didn't sneak into Georgia's suite in the middle of the night.
