Ready to go get married?

Emily's POV. Arya turned, her face lighting up when she saw me. "Em! Thank the Moon you're here. I'm freaking out a little bit." I crossed the room, taking her hands in mine. "What? Cold feet?" She shook her head quickly. "No, no. Nothing like that. I just... I can't believe this. Me, getting married. To the most wonderful wolf in the world." I laughed, "Does Taylor know he is the most wonderful wolf in the world?" then I pulled her into a hug, careful not to muss her dress or hair. " Believe it, honey. You deserve all the happiness in the world." As I pulled back, Arya gave me a sly look. "So, about that bachelorette party..." I groaned. "Are you still mad that I didn't hire male strippers?" "A little," she admitted with a laugh. "I mean, come on, Em! It was my last night of freedom!" I shook my head, grinning. "Arya, sweetie, you've been anything but free since you met Taylor. That delta wolf has you wrapped around his little finger." "True," she sighed happily. "But still, a little