*~Aurora's POV~*
"Well, welcome to our world," she said flatly. "You're not wearing red. You're wearing black." She gestured toward another gown—a sleek, dark dress that shimmered faintly irking me out.. "Black is sacred for us. It brings good luck."
"Good luck?" I raised a brow. "Why on earth would I wear black to my own wedding? It's dark—it looks like mourning!"
Rebecca gasped, looking horrified. "Shh! Don't say that. Black is holy here. It's the color of strength and eternity."
I rolled my eyes. "You demons and your obsession with black."
"Well, I've told you," she said, crossing her arms. "If you want to wear that red gown, you'll need Darius's permission first."
"I don't need his permission," I said firmly.
Rebecca's expression hardened. "I'm sorry, Aurora. You're not wearing that red dress. You'll wear black, and that's final."
I folded my arms. "Fine," I said sweetly. "Then call him."
