The Blood Luna: Mated.

***Dahlia has never been the type of girl, who enjoys frolicking around in oversized dresses, or dreamed of that Disney princess moment. To some it is but a dress, but her distain of everything about to take place, could rival the her hatred of Lord Ulrich***

***Daliah's POV***

Mary, Ethel, and Amelia escorted me towards the back of the teahouse, where I was fated to try on the dress, that would be a key item in this drastic change in my life. I just hope, that Mary and Ethel know me well enough, to make the perfect dress for my personality. They didn't have the aid of my mother this time. I feel all the emotions, sadness, anxiety, but most of all anger. I hate that this is forced upon me, by that bloodthirsty monster. I just hope, whomever is my mate is fair and kind. That's all I really ask for. If you think about it, if past couple of years didn't take place, neither of us would be forced to be paraded around by force in our clown suits, to appease a council who knows nothing but genocide. It's fate, but it's disgusting.

I watch as Mary and Ethel are smiling ear to ear. They are really proud of themselves aren't they. Amelia, who can't control any amount of excitement is bouncing in place holding her hands together. I have to give it to her, she is really doing a great job maintaining her excitement. I can't wait for her and Jackson to take the next step. They're prefect for each other. Will I find something like that?

Though, I hate dresses I can't lie that I am not a little curious. My last dress was beautiful and it's hard to imagine how someone can't top that. However, I'm in no way a fashion expert, so what do I know. What kind of dress is made for a celestial queen? What does this dress look like that will define me being a women, and the death of my childhood? This is supposed to be the happiest time in a women's life and I'm trying to be brave, I'm trying to put my best foot forward, maybe it's the marriage jitters, maybe all the stress and anxiety have finally caught up to me and I've reach me own capacity for patience and tolerance.

The first time seeing the dress, that will define the rest of my life. It sounds so strange when you think about it. I can see how some women care so much about this main center piece. All I feel is this dress taking away my free will, and it putting the way I know and live my life to an end. It's an odd concept that I view this piece of clothing as a nemesis.

I watch as the excitement builds between these three wonderful women as they carry out a giant dress bag. My anxiety heightens and I feel clammy. I really don't want to do this. I can't let down this pack. I can't disappoint these wonderful ladies. I have to save the supernaturals. Will this guy who's my fated mate have the same convictions?

I sit there spiraling inside my own brain. I am overthinking everything. I can tell the ladies know my hesitations and that I am growing ever anxious about all this. This is the first time I've really just thought about what's about to happen and change. It's scary as hell.

"Dahlia, it is but a dress, a formality. We will be by your side as long as the moon goddess allows" Ethel states in a calming manner. "I know, I know, I'm just overwhelmed at this moment" Dahlia replied. "If such rules and traditions weren't at play, you wouldn't have to go through all this turmoil" Mary stated. Amelia's excited nature took on a more serious note as she stop bouncing and sat by my side holding my hand to comfort me. "It is a really beautiful dress" Amelia says just above a whisper. Her comment makes me smile. All those negative feelings seemed to melt away.

Mary, Ethel and Amelia seemed proud of themselves that they dispersed my worries and anxieties. Mary and Ethel looked at me like the loving grandma's they always do. "Now come my dear, let's get our first look" Mary stated. Amelia jumped in excitement, making everyone around her giggle. "It's a dress made for a queen" Ethel stated.