ARIA
I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and Paige shaking my shoulder.
"Rise and shine, Mrs. Ashford-to-be! You're getting married in six hours."
Six hours.
The reality hits me like a physical blow. In six hours, I'll be walking down the aisle, saying my vows, and becoming Dante's wife.
For real this time. Not just on paper, but in my heart.
"I think I'm going to be sick," I mumble.
"You're not allowed to be sick. I've already called hair and makeup. They'll be here in forty-five minutes." Paige sits on the bed, studying me. "You look like you didn't sleep."
"I didn't. Not much anyway."
"Bad dreams?"
"Good ones, actually." I think about Dante in my room last night, the desperate intensity of what we shared. "Too good."
Paige's eyes narrowed. "Did he come here last
