Cynthia Dion:
"No, of course not; she'll be dressed in a suitable bridal gown," my dad quickly interjected to prevent Mr. Beret from becoming agitated. He then took hold of my elbow and assisted me in standing.
He forcibly ushered me out of the room, where I was met by an elderly lady who regarded me with disdain. She sneered, "If only you hadn't been so promiscuous, you wouldn't be marrying someone so much older than you."
"Just hand over the dress," I grumbled, catching her off guard with my response.
"Now I understand why the Moon Goddess is punishing you," she muttered, shoving a white dress into my face.
"Let's get you ready for the wedding," she grumbled, her irritation apparent. A Rogue wedding wouldn't take place in a formal setting, as is customary. After I donned this attir
