Arranged
had just finished dressing up after making
you for your dress fitting. Come
ied down the steps. I was in such a hurry that I tw
u
ry the pain away but I knew Mrs. Smith was waiting for me. And if my
myself to get up and walk into the living room w
ted her, trying to ignore t
appointment with the best wedding dress designer in the country. We don't want to be
our daughter now, too,
w behind her. With every step I took, the pain intensified. It wa
in front of the house. Mrs. Smith was already sitting i
back with Mrs. Smith. The chauffeur closed the door and q
ok kind of pale," Mrs. Smith as
I lied. "Just a
honey, you have nothi
ion. I hope he likes the dress." I to
before the door opened and both of us got out. I was trying not to let the pain in my ankle bother me, but it b
s white everywhere, from the dresses to the sofas to the doors, ev
the dress to try on." Mrs. Smith was talking to a b
o and try it on," the blonde lady replied, before looking at me. "The dr
and slowly walked towa
t?" Mrs. Smith asked behind me. I
bother her with my pain. Her son had bought me, I was al
for me. The dress was gorgeous with pearls and lace all over it. And it looked expensive. My mother's we
e, I finally had the dress on. I quickly wiped my tears with m
ke to me. "Emila, you can change back into your clothes. I'll be waiting outside." I changed back into my clothes after they were
asked his mother, his eyes hard with anger. What was going on? Why did Mrs. Smith call him? And why did he look so angry? Was he going to hurt m
p her off, and don't forget Riley is coming over for dinner tonight." With a smile in my direction,
ou?" Jacob asked, s
, I'm completel
ng, but you are obligated to tell me what is bothering you," he paused, a si
. Honestly," I c
and begun dragging me out of the store. I sc
go of my hand and I fell
at happened? And the truth
reath. "I fell
you tell the truth, then perhaps this marriage won't be so dif
, Jacob." I knew he wouldn't understand my re
taking you to
ant to go to the