8: The Man I'm Going to Marry

Chapter 8: The Man I'm Going to Marry

Elizabeth could hardly rest; she headed to the garden, where she walked until late, pondering how Taylor would react upon learning that she was suddenly married. Yet, she was also afraid, having no idea who the man she was marrying was. This troubled her chest even more. In seconds, she thought of a thousand possibilities and hells she might experience at the hands of this man her father deemed someone who would keep her safe.

After much contemplation, her insomnia only worsened. Still, she retreated to her room and locked herself in. Early in the morning, she awoke to her mother opening the curtains of her large window, flooding the room with light.

"Mom!" she protested as the maids entered eagerly.

"Get up, okay? Even though it's a blind marriage, let's make it perfect. You're getting married today, and everything is being arranged in haste."

"And this dress?" she asked indifferently as the maid carefully placed the shimmering crystal-like piece