Aiden POV:
Damn, I was furious. Not just irritated—full-blown, blood-boiling, vein-popping angry. Of all the days for her to take her sweet time, it had to be today—our wedding day. Our wedding day. A legally binding ceremony that was supposed to cement the deal we had agreed upon.
And yet here we were, at 7:20 AM, still trying to leave the house.
I had checked on her at 5 AM—5 AM!—to make sure she was awake. She told William that she would be done in a minute when I sent for her I should've known better. That "a minute" had turned into two hours of who-knows-what. Makeup? Hair? Staring at the ceiling while contemplating her life choices? I didn't care. All I knew was that we were now running embarrassingly late, and I was dragging her out of the house like a petulant child who didn't want to go to school.
She stumbled along behind me, trying to keep up. Her suggestion about canceling the wedding just added fuel to the fire burning inside me.
