A mess of blonde waves poked out from under the covers as the first rays of early morning sunlight streamed in through the window. Clarke released a small groan of frustration at having her peaceful slumber disturbed at such an ungodly hour. Anybody that knew Clarke knew that mornings were most assuredly not her thing. She released a puff of air, blowing a few errant strands of hair from her face and slowly sat up, the covers pooling around her waist. She sat slumped over for a few moments, her mind still stuck in a post slumber haze and a deep scowl set firmly in place. She really hated mornings. Once the fog in her brain had cleared, though, the scowl disappeared and was replaced with a smile. Today was her wedding day. In just a matter of a few hours, she would be standing in front of her friends and family, exchanging vows with the person she would be spending the rest of her life with. She sighed contentedly and swung her legs over the side of the bed, hissing slightly as her bare feet made contact with the cold floor. She quickly made her way over to her sock drawer and pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks, wiggling her toes and smiling.

She could hear the faint sound of voices and the clatter of pans coming from the kitchen as she made her way down the stairs. Judging from the number of voices she heard it was clear that she was the last occupant of the house to wake up. The smell of cooking bacon pervaded her senses and she quickened her steps, smiling brightly as she entered.

"Well, how nice of you to finally join us, Princess!" teased her best friend and roommate, Octavia. Clarke grinned and wordlessly flipped the brunette off. Octavia clutched at her heart dramatically, spatula still in hand as she feigned a wounded expression. "Ouch, C, that stings." she snarked, unable to hide her devilish grin. "Now is that any way to treat your Maid of Honor? Especially when I went to the trouble of making you breakfast." She clucked her tongue and turned her attention back to the stove. "I suppose I'll just have to eat it all myself, then." Clarke's eyes widened as she rushed over to where Octavia stood, snaking her arms around the other girl's waist and hugging her from behind.

"I take it back. You know I love you, O." she whined, putting on her best puppy dog pout and sneaking a piece of bacon off of the plate. Octavia released a giggle and batted her hand away playfully.

"Fine, but only because you're getting married today. Can't have you passing out at the altar because the Maid of Honor didn't feed you properly. Now shoo! Let me finish cooking." she said as she swatted at Clarke's retreating behind with the spatula. Clarke laughed as she made her way over to the table, plopping down beside of Octavia's older brother Bellamy, who had watched the two girls' antics with a smile.

"Hey, Bell." Clarke greeted him with a warm smile and a hug. She had grown up with the Blake siblings and they were more like her brother and sister than her friends. After her father had passed away and her mother had taken on extra shifts at the hospital to escape dealing with her grief, she had basically become like a third child to the Blake family. She honestly had no idea where she would be now if it weren't for them.

"Hey, Princess." Bellamy replied, wrapping his arms around her with a tight squeeze. Clarke felt her heart fill with happiness. In the absence of her father, the eldest Blake sibling had agreed to walk her down the aisle. She honestly couldn't think of anybody more suited for the job. She felt a small pang of sadness at the thought of her father. Clarke would have loved for him to be there to walk her down the aisle. She thinks of how proud he would be of her and releases a sad sigh. Even though Bellamy could never take the place of her father, he was certainly the next best thing. "So, are you ready to get married today?" he asked with a grin.

The blonde grinned back and took a slightly nervous breath. "As ready as I'll ever be. I just hope we can both make it down the aisle without tripping." Bellamy looked slightly offended as he poked her side playfully.

"Speak for yourself, Griffin. I'm not the one that tripped down the steps at graduation." Clarke flushed as she recalled her moment of humiliation and heard Octavia erupt into a fit of laughter. She glared daggers in the direction of the other girl.

"Oh, come on C! That was fuckin' funny! Admit it." Octavia wheezed out between giggles. The blonde couldn't help but crack a small smile at the brunette. Her laughter was quite contagious. As humiliating as the whole ordeal had been she could look back on it and laugh. It was a well known fact that Clarke Griffin would never be known for being graceful. She could admit to that.

"Well, it sure as hell wasn't funny at the time." Clarke grumbled, trying but failing to frown as Octavia burst into a renewed fit of giggles. "Never again will I wear heels that high as long as I live. I can barely walk in flats." This time, Bellamy joined in on Octavia's laughter. Clarke rolled her eyes but smiled anyways. She hoped that things would stay the same between all of them after she was married. It was certainly going to take some adjusting moving out of the house she shared with the Blake siblings. After they had all graduated high school and enrolled in college, they had all agreed to share the rent on a small house just outside of campus. It had worked out well since they had practically grown up in the same house anyways. In a way, Clarke would be sad to move out of the house she had known for four years, but she was also excited to see what the next chapter of her life would bring.

Clarke helped Octavia set the table and the three of them ate breakfast in relative silence, too interested in stuffing their faces to engage in any real conversation. The silence afforded Clarke time to think, and she could feel her nervousness starting to build as everything began to feel more real to her.

' I'm getting married today. Holy shit!' she thought to herself as she absentmindedly chewed on a bite of toast. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she silently contemplated what exactly that meant for her and what her life was going to be like after the "I Do's."

They finished the rest of the meal and cleaned the kitchen up. "Okay, showtime!" Octavia said, punctuating her sentence with a clap of her hands. "We gotta get Cinderella here ready for the ball." She grabbed Clarke by the elbow and led her up the stairs, gently pushing her into the bathroom. "Take your shower and meet me downstairs when you're done," The blonde did as she was instructed, moving towards the shower. "and don't take too long. We can't have you showing up late to your own wedding." Octavia threw over her shoulder. With that thought planted firmly in her head, Clarke quickened her pace and before long, she was bounding down the steps and pulling Octavia out the front door with a wave goodbye to Bellamy. She looked back at the eldest Blake. "See you at the church! I'll be the one in white." she called back with a grin before disappearing into the passenger seat of Octavia's car.