KATHERINEIt’s been a week, but it seemed like it was 10 years. Ok, maybe, I was exaggerating for a bit, but who cares. The fact of the matter was that this whole wedding procession was getting too much to handle. It was too intense.I was only grateful for the fact mother or any of my family members weren’t around to witness this, or I would be forced to act more than I had been doing already. I knew without a pinch of doubt that it would literally make me relapse into silence at some point, and that was not a good thing.“Turn around dear,” one of the women, I was thinking Mrs Isabel, a tailor, poked me with some needles and threads as she tried to find out how tiny my waist was.I had the urge to tell her to use the tape. It was faster, and more accurate. But, it seemed like she hadn’t gotten over the medieval way of doing things. Well, Mr Williams trusted her explicits with my wedding gown, and the other dresses I would be wearing in the marriage procession.Sometimes, I wondered
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