Chapter 252 Black gown.

*~Aurora’s POV~*

“Well, welcome to our world,” she said flatly. “You’re not wearing red. You’re wearing black.” She gestured toward another gown—a sleek, dark dress that shimmered faintly irking me out.. “Black is sacred for us. It brings good luck.”

“Good luck?” I raised a brow. “Why on earth would I wear black to my own wedding? It’s dark—it looks like mourning!”

Rebecca gasped, looking horrified. “Shh! Don’t say that. Black is holy here. It’s the color of strength and eternity.”

I rolled my eyes. “You demons and your obsession with black.”

“Well, I’ve told you,” she said, crossing her arms. “If you want to wear that red gown, you’ll need Darius’s permission first.”

“I don’t need his permission,” I said firmly.

Rebecca’s expression hardened. “I’m sorry, Aurora. You’re not wearing that red dress. You’ll wear black, and that’s final.”

I folded my arms. “Fine,” I said sweetly. “Then call him.”

Rebecca stiffened, glaring. Then she turned sharply to one of the demons beside her, giving a quick nod. The demon immediately vanished from the room.

Rebecca tapped her foot against the floor, arms crossed tight. “You’re being impossible.”

I ignored her. My eyes stayed locked on the red gown. The way the light glowed across the silk, the embroidered roses curling along the hem—it was everything I’d ever imagined.

If I was only going to get married once in this cursed place, then I’d do it right.

Even if I couldn’t have the man of my dreams, I could at least have the wedding of my dreams.

I took a deep breath, my fingers smoothing the fabric one last time.

Then the door opened and darius strode inside with a wide grin on his face.

Rebecca immediately cleared her throat, her voice sharp as a blade. “Um, Darius,” she said, stepping forward, “your soon-to-be bride here seems to think she’s wearing that red gown for your wedding.”

Darius turned toward me, his brows rising in confusion, and then—shock. “Red?” he echoed, blinking.

I lifted my chin, trying not to let my nerves show. “Yes. I seem to like this color better. Is that a problem?”

“Yes,” he said instantly, his tone clipped. “Absolutely, it’s a problem.”

Rebecca folded her arms and nodded as if backing him up was her divine duty.

“You cannot wear red,” Darius continued, his voice low and calm but firm. “It’s forbidden for weddings. Red is considered a sign of chaos, misfortune—blood. You should wear black. Black is good fortune.”

I blinked at him. “So let me get this straight—you demons hate red but not black?” I asked, sarcasm thick in my voice. “Because where I come from, black is literally mourning and death. Red is just passion. Normal.”

He raised an eyebrow, but before he could answer, I kept going. “What about white? Isn’t white the universal color for weddings?”

Rebecca’s face pinched like she’d swallowed poison. “White is bland. Only weak demons wear white,” she said.

“Well, lucky for you,” I snapped, “I don’t want white either. I want red. It’s always been my dream color.”

Darius sighed and rubbed his temple. He looked to Rebecca helplessly, like he’d rather face a dragon than deal with this.

“I… don’t know,” he said finally.

“You don’t know?” Rebecca repeated incredulously. “You cannot just let her wear red! Everyone will riot! It’ll bring bad luck to the ceremony. They’ll think she’s cursed! Do you want your people whispering that your marriage was doomed from the start?”

She stepped closer, lowering her voice dramatically. “I don’t want my future nephew to be born under a cursed omen. Imagine your child—your heir—coming into a world where everyone already hates him because his mother wore red on her wedding day!”

That did it. I clenched my fists.

“I don’t care what people are going to say!” I shouted, stepping forward. “This is my wedding! My day! It’s supposed to be about me!”

Rebecca’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Yes, your opinion is valid,” she said slowly, “but a red gown? No. Absolutely not.”

“Rebecca,” Darius said suddenly, his voice low but firm. “If she wants to wear red, let her wear red.”

Her head snapped toward him so fast it was almost comedic. “Are you seriously agreeing to this?”

“She’s right,” he said simply, crossing his arms. “It’s her wedding. She can do whatever she wants. And besides…” His lips curved into a small smirk. “She’ll be carrying the child of our future demon leader soon. I suppose she deserves that kind of authority.”

Rebecca looked like she might faint. “Darius, you’re letting her—she’ll be the first demon bride to ever wear red! It’ll be chaos!”

He turned to me with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Then she’ll be a trendsetter,” he said. “A legend.”

My mouth parted slightly in surprise. “You’re… you’re actually fine with it?”

He smiled, slow and devilish. “Of course. Wear whatever makes you feel powerful.”

Then, in that annoyingly effortless way of his, Darius blew me a kiss, winked, and walked out of the room like he hadn’t just defied a centuries-old demon tradition.

Rebecca turned to me with the wildest expression—part fury, part disbelief, and a dash of respect she’d never admit.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Come on,” I said sweetly, clutching the gown against me. “Help me pack it.”

Rebecca threw her hands in the air. “You’re going to be the death of me, Aurora.”

I smiled faintly, unable to hide the small spark of victory that bloomed in my chest. “Maybe,” I said. “But at least I’ll look damn good doing it.”

“Is the gown a thing between you and Leon?.” She asked and I stiffened ignoring her.

I just continue packing the red gown and she repeated herself.

“You heard me Aurora, is the gown a thing between you two?” She asked again and I breathed in.

“No, it is just my dream.” I answered and she furrowed her brows looking at me suspiciously.

“Well whatever it is between you two will end tommorow and I can’t wait!”