Isabelle's POV

Weddings were exhausting.

Between the endless photo sessions, greeting everyone, and following all the traditions, I hadn't had a chance to eat or drink anything. My shoes were killing my feet, and my headache had returned.

"Want to sit down? You look exhausted. Maybe we should call it a night and head to the hospital like the doctor told you," August said, concern written all over his face.

"It's just exhaustion. I'm fine. I just need something to eat."

"Are you sure?"