Aurora’s P.O.V

I can feel my pulse drumming against my ears as Mia and Shane lead me down the long hallway, my feet barely keeping up with their determined strides. There’s a knot twisting in my stomach, a creeping sense of dread that coils tighter with each step. My fingers twitch against the stiff fabric of the ridiculous dress they had shoved me into, the weight of it unfamiliar and suffocating. I don’t know where they’re taking me, but the ominous feeling settling over me ...