Aurora''s POV
"How do you feel about your big daying up soon?" My mother asked as she drew close to me.
"Well, I''m excited," I replied, with a smile on my face. "I can''t wait to finally be joined together with Alpha Bane in marriage. It''s a dreame true for me, mother."
She wrapped her hands around me in a hug and then kissed me on the forehead. "You deserve it, my child," she voiced. "You deserve to be happy and I''m certain that with Alpha Bane, you''ll get all the happiness that you should. He''s a good man; the perfect man for you."
I nodded my head in agreement as my mind shed back to all that we had been through. I remembered all of our struggles and disagreements in the past. All the hurdles that we had to scale through were now a thing of the past. It was almost time to tie the knot. Who would have thought, based on how we began?
It was either Alpha Bane or no one else. He was the only man that I could get myself to love that much. Despite all that I went through all because of him, I still loved him beyondprehension. He was my everything.
Just then we heard a knock on the door. "It must be the stylist," said my mother to me. "Come in."
She was right. The Royal stylist walked into the fitting room with a bag and a few maids behind her. I watched them walk in as she dropped the bag on the table and began to take out the clothes from it.
"You like this one?" She asked, handing one over to me.
I took a cursory nce at it and already knew that it wasn''t good for me. I shook my head and handed it back to her while she gave me another to check out.
After looking at about seven dresses, I still couldn''t find one that I loved. They all looked so cliche and I wanted something spectacr. I wasn''t going to settle for anything less than that.
"You still haven''t seen any dress that you like?" My mother asked me.
"No, mother," I said, shaking my head. "I need something much better than these."
The stylist began to reach deeper into the bag to find something that I might like. "It should look different from the other ones that you''ve already shown me," I instructed. I was tired of having to reject the clothes that she was bringing forward.
Something else bothered me. I was feeling so weird and I couldn''t exin it one bit. It seemed like the room was slightly turning around in my head and I needed to maintain my bnce somehow. It was only the second time that I felt that way in a few days but I always brushed it aside.
"What about this?" My mother asked, picking out a long, beautiful white dress that immediately caught my attention. "Do you like this one?"
I took it from her hand and looked at it keenly, turning it around to get a good view of the entire part of the dress. Everything about it looked so perfect; just like I wanted my dress to be.
"I like this one, mom. It''s so beautiful. You sure do know exactly what I like, mother," I remarked, thankful that she was able to help me pick out a dress.
My eyes zed over the dress one more time and then I suddenly began to feel very dizzy. I stepped back a little, struggling to keep my bnce.
"What''s wrong, Aurora?" My mother asked, noticing that all was not well. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I am," I replied, not wanting her to find out what was going on. I felt it was something that I was able to handle myself and didn''t want to bother her or anyone else with my problems.
She nodded and left to drop the dress so that she could pick up another. "Perhaps, you might even love this one better," she said as she picked up another dress so she could show me.
Suddenly, I threw up without any sign or warning. Because I didn''t know how it happened, I spewed on some of the clothes.
"Ah!" The Royal stylist, half yelled, rushing to hold me.
As much as it seemed like she yelled out of concern for me, I knew deep down that she was mad that I threw up on the clothes.
The maids were with her too. They all surrounded me with some rubbing my back with their hands in a circr motion as they tried to calm me down.
I turned to my mother who stared at me looking so worried. As she opened her mouth, I knew exactly what she was about to do.
"No, mom, don''t," I protested. "I''m alright. It''s nothing serious. Let''s just get on with what we came here for."
"Can any of you get help very quickly?" She ordered, ignoring my calls for her to let things be. She was already too worried about my health and didn''t want to take any chances. I didn''t know how to let her know that it wasn''t anything serious.
"There''s no need for that, mom," I pleaded once again. "I''m alright. I just need to clean up a bit and I''ll be good."
She looked at the maids who still stood by my side, probably wondering why they hadn''t gone out to call a doctor. If it were back in my Pack, they''d have been in for it. But her powers were limited in the Pack. She was a respected guest and so as much as they were surely going to respond to her, she had to know that it might not be as quick as she might have wanted it to be, especially since it was contrary to what I wanted her to do.
"I said you should go and get a doctor, didn''t I?" She asked again. "What are you all still doing here? Get to it. If anything dares happen to my baby, you all will surely pay for it with your lives! None will be spared!"
One of the maids bowed and quickly left to get a doctor as I squeezed my face. I wasn''t happy with her decision and she could see that too.
Just as I opened my mouth to protest, I heaved and vomited once again, much to my disappointment. There was nothing else I could do to avoid the inevitable. I had just made things a bit moreplicated for myself.
I had soiled even more dresses and the stylist didn''t look at all pleased. She left me and began to pack up the clothes so I wouldn''t ruin more than I had already ruined.
I wanted to apologise to her but I couldn''t. I didn''t want to open my mouth to speak, only to throw up once more so I just watched her clean up my mess while the other maids held me.
"Call Alpha Bane too," my mother instructed, sighing. "He has to know exactly what is going on here."