*~Aurora's POV~*
It was the morning of my wedding, and I was trying my hardest to be happy. I'd gotten my hair done, my dress was ready, and Rebecca and the other stylists were doing wonders to my face, applying heavy makeup and straightening my hair.
"Ouch, it's hot," I said as Rebecca yanked my hair with the comb.
"Sorry! It's your day, Aurora. You must be resistant to pain."
"Resistant? You're about to cut my head off."
"Sorry, not sorry," she said, continuing to straighten my hair.
When they were done with the makeup, I gazed at myself in the mirror. Wow. I must say, I looked very beautiful….The thought of me wearing my red dress made my stomach flutter. I couldn't even speak. I stood up and excitedly slid into the red dress, and as I did, they brought out matching red shoes, making me a full red bride.
