61. Draka's POV
The day for the rejection ceremony has come. I am confined to my room like a forced bride and I watch out of my window as the chairs are arranged and decorations are set up.
I see Rowan around, working hard to make sure that everything goes as planned.
It's like my wedding, but it's also like my funeral. I sigh as I draw myself away from the window.
I have kissed Emmett enough last night and I have begged Rowan to make sure that no matter how sneaky Emmett tries to be, he is not supposed to see whatever it is that will happen to me.
I don't care, Rowan can lock him in a room, anything to keep him from seeing his mother suffer.
A small knock comes on my door and two girls enters my room with a well folded white gown and some white shoes.”
“A white dress?” I frow
