19 April 2012
I closed my eyes and counted to ten; desperate to compose myself. Today was the day! I was finally being betrothed, which meant the difference between spending my life in a luxurious house or a nunnery. My nurse ushered me into the sitting room, and I was instructed to sit straight on the stool, next to my fathers armchair.
As his eyes floated over me he nodded approvingly and signalled for the doors to be opened. Swiftly, my breath escaped my lungs as I looked at all the men entering; teens, mid life, elderly, bald and all rich.
My father leaned in and I smelled liqueur as he whispered," Happy 15th Birthday, Isabelle"
Child Wife • Opuss № I