It was the morning before, before her world was about to change forever. Marriage, a word so particular and acute that it made her shudder at the very thought of it. She shook herself from her reverie, starring out of the window into the gardens nearby, the weather miserable, rain assaulting the ground.
She had recently been dressed by the maids, her hair in an intricate updo with all kinds of jewellery adorning it, while her dress was deep emerald green in colour, cascading gold leaf detailing draping across the expensive fabric. The hem at the top dipped, and the corset pulled her tightly together, causing her endowment to be accentuated, while her waist was cinched. In short, she looked like the Lady of the house, but her golden eyes just stared at herself in the mirror, the same image reflecting back. Make-up helped to emphasise her most prominent features, her lashes long, hugging her cheeks and her lips rosy.
Her heels clicked along the wooden floors as she exited the room, making her way to the dining hall. Guards stood at their posts, while maids bowed to her as they passed and cooks hurried to prepare the marriage banquet, ready for tomorrow.
Her eyes were lost, her mind was lost. She was dreading the moment she'd walk down in her gown and marry a man who was notorious for being cruel and lecherous. But her parents didn't care, all they cared about was the wealth of the Dewitt name and the prosperity behind it. She remembered their cruel words:
"If you don't marry him, we will cast you out, call you a whore, and forever be lost to us as a daughter. Then everyone will know how the Dewitt family doesn't tolerate weak, stupid little children, even their own child. Look at your brother, he is a prime example of an excellent son, now be the daughter you're meant to be and marry!"
The moment played over and over in her head until upon turning a corner she bumped into something hard, her head dizzying slightly at the impact.