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An annoying clicking sound echos through the dinning room as Yasmine stares at her parents with wide eyes and lips apart.
The spoon dropped on the soup plate causing the soup to splash on the dinning cloth creating a a red damp on the white dinning cloth.
“I do not understand father” Yasmine spoke after moments silence in the room.
James looked up from his plate, patted his mouth with a white handkerchief and dropped it on the table.
“You are a woman Yasmine, you should act like it if you do not want your husband to send you back” he responded with a deep and loud voice leaving no room for her to complain.
Her mother put her hand on he's and shot a look at her, one she couldn't understand.
“We gave you three years Yasmine,the ladies you grew up with are already mother's and wife's of barons and counts from all over the country” she lets out a sigh as she finished the sentence.
She slide her chair back causing the wood of the chair and the ground to create a screeching sound that echoed through the room. She stood up and walked towards the door, her father following suit.
“Your father arranged for you marry a duke. He is young, close to your age. You will meet him soon, so please Yasmine, behave”
They walked out of the dinning room leaving Yasmine in complete disbelief. She had originally wanted to experience love on her own without being forced into marriage like ever other girl in the country.
She stared at the already cold soup lost in thoughts on how to escape her already set future. She dragged herself up from the chair and walked to her room.
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“After much thought and consideration I have accepted your offer mother” Leo looked up from his papers and landed his eyes on a beautiful woman with black hair tied in a slick bun.
“Offer? I wasn't suggesting,child, the arrangements have been made” she laughed.
Leo watched his mother walk gracefully to the chair across his table and sat down. She lifted a hand fan, flung it open waved it across her face.
“I have arranged a schedule for you to meet your fiancee. You will only need to come down to the Mansion” she continued.
Leo looked down at his papers and sighed, he took off his glasses and leans on the chair.
“Is that all mother?” he asked while pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.
“You are too young to use those glasses” she quickly got to her feet and walked out of the room leaving. Leo stared at the door and chuckled.
He looks down at the papers and shook his head, he shot up and grabbed his coat heading out of the room.
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Yasmine sat in the moving carriage staring outside and viewing the town she would soon have to leave. She brought her head inside and smiled.
Within the four days that had passed she sort out a plan to break off the engagement between her and the Duke. She knew it wasn't going to be easy but she had to try.
“Stop here Edward” she tapped on the carriage causing a halt. The door sprung open and she stepped out scanning through the streets and shops open.
“Wait here Edward, I'll be back” the man besides her nodded.
Plan a, make him believe she's crazy.
Yasmine looked up at a signboard that read *Costumes For Theatre.* She smiled and walked into the shop.
Her mother planned to escort her to buy cloths which she would use to woo the duke but Yasmine convinced her not to.
“Are you sure you want this my lady” the woman stared at her dumbfounded.
“Yes” Yasmine replied with a wide grin on her face. She looked at the woman and grabbed the already packed dress and struts out of the shop.
Yasmine strolled down the streets with a smile on her face. She could already picture the moment she would be rejected by the Duke.
Her thoughts were cut short when she saw a speeding carriage heading towards her direction. She looked closer to see a little girl walking in the middle of the street and the carriage looked like it had no intention of slowing down.
She ran towards the child shoving both her and the child away from the charging carriage which stopped with a screech and neighing of the horses.
“Are you al-” she flinched. She felt a sharp pain on her arm as she tried to stand up. She glared at the carriage and pushed herself up causing the little girl to stand up and run away.
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