One Month Later
ASYA'S POV
"What if I freak out?" I ask, my voice sounding strangled.
Sienna looks up from the shoe she's helping me tie up. "You won't freak out, Asya."
"Yes, I know . . ." I lift my hand and bite my nail. "But what if I do? There are like . . . two hundred people out there."
Sienna straightens, pulls my hand away from my mouth, and grabs my shoulders. "You won't freak out. You'll go out there, stand beside the man you love and who's crazy about you, and you'll have the best day of your life."
"I know, but . . ."
"You know, I've been thinking," she says. "When you and Pasha decide to have kids, how about you let me pick out their names? Auntie will make sure they are super special."
I stare at my sister in horror. There's no way I would ever let her pick the names for my children. I'd be risking them being named after chocolate bars or some other candy if I do. Or worse.
