****Allison's POV****
"I can't wear that," I whisper softly. "I'm sorry," I add as my eyes fall upon the delicate dress that has been carefully laid out on the bed. Despite its beauty, I know that I could never wear it. It's far too short, and it would reveal too much of my body. Countless scars mar my skin, and my frame is painfully thin. I can't imagine anyone wanting to see what I have to offer, not even my own mate. The very thought of him seeing me like this fills me with a deep sense of shame and disgust. I know that he deserves a Queen who can truly show herself off, but I am not that person, and I don't think I ever will be.
"Why not?" Elijah asks. "What's wrong with it?"
"It's too short," I answer as I nervously scratch my arms and look down at my feet.
"Hey, it's okay; I'm no
