Aiden’s POV
“Honestly, Aiden. Are you sure you want to go through with this?” My mother asked for the hundredth time this evening.
I wasn’t sure if my temper could handle her asking that question again; I was at my wit's end with her right now. I stood in front of the mirror, wearing a dark suit designed just for me and a silver tie that was designed to match the white and silver of Carol’s dress. I haven’t actually seen her dress, but the same designer who designed her dress also designed my suit, and I trusted her when it came to fashion.
“She’s my mate, Mother. I love her,” I said, hoping my aggravation wasn’t leaking through my tone. But I was aggravated and a part of me wanted her to know it. However, another part of me didn’t want the drama on this occasion.
Not only was I fin
