Aurora's POV

My heart was racing as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The long white dress was large on me and was obvious that it was being reused. Rachel stood behind me trying to pin the dress the best way that she could.

I didn’t see what the need for me to have on a dress was for. The wedding was without my consent so whether I wore a trash bag or jeans shouldn’t matter. Marcus and Aaron had their minds made up, I was marrying him today and that ...