*~Aurora's POV~*
"Tomorrow is your wedding."
The words hit like a dagger. My heart almost tore itself apart just hearing them leave Aurora's mouth.
I blinked once. Twice. "…What?"
"Tomorrow is your wedding," she repeated, her tone steady, matter-of-fact—as if she hadn't just sentenced me to the rest of my life.
"No way," I whispered, shaking my head slowly. "No fucking way."
My pulse was pounding in my ears as I looked around the room—at the flurry of demon stylists moving like shadows, at the fabric, the jewelry. Everything was already being prepared. Dresses, decorations, accessories, vows I hadn't even written.
Why was this happening so fast?
"Why the hell is everyone in such a hurry to do all of this?" I snapped, stepping back as one of the stylists tried to pin fabric against my waist. "Why is there such a rush to put a ring on my finger?"
