Aria’s POV“Aria.”A warm hand touched my shoulder, gently shaking me.“Aria, sweetheart, it’s time.”I gasped and jolted upright, lungs dragging in air like I’d been drowning. The world tilted, blurred at the edges, voices echoing like they were bouncing off the inside of my skull.“Try and relax,” the voice said again. “You’re just nervous. Every bride gets cold feet.”Every bride? I turned my head, and froze at the sight before me.My father stood before me, alive, whole and smiling.His silver hair was neatly tied back, his suit sharp and pressed, that familiar little crescent moon pin glinting on his lapel. His eyes, kind and tired and full of pride, crinkled at the corners the way they always did when he looked at me like I was his whole world.“Dad?” I whispered, barely able to get the word out.He chuckled, “Who else were you expecting to walk you down the aisle, the Lycan King?” He teased me. My lips parted but nothing came out, I blinked once then twice. The silk of my wedd
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