I left home carrying just one bag, as that was all I was allowed; my stepmother had made that very clear. Before sunrise, I stood at the foot of my bed, staring at the small traveling bag while I mentally went through its contents for the third time.I had three dresses: two suitable for everyday wear, and one my stepmother considered appropriate for dinners and formal occasions. Along with these, there was a nightgown, undergarments, stockings, a hairbrush and comb, soap, a small sewing kit, and a pair of gloves.Everything a young woman might reasonably need when leaving her father's home to join her future husband's pack, though it was nothing that actually mattered to me. That part was intentional, as my father didn't want me arriving at my new home carrying pieces of my old life.There were no photographs, no letters, and no childhood keepsakes; in fact, I had nothing of my mother's and nothing sentimental at all. I kept away anything that might encourage me to c
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