Georgia felt sick to her stomach, a sudden feeling of disgust encompassing her as she stared at her reflection in the dressing mirror. She was in an actual wedding gown, a dress that made her unrecognizable.

She looked innocent. Untainted. An angel wrapped up for the wolves.

She questioned her sanity a thousand times, her forehead creased with worry. Was she doing the right thing? She knew it was wrong; every fiber of her being went against it, yet she found herself being fueled by the hateful part of her.

Marriage was never in her books. As a matter of fact, she'd always been one to live for the moment....