<span style="font-family:Arapey">Delicate, spindly fingers skimmed the white dress. Her bay orbs gazed at her appearance in the mirror. A numbness had set over the young woman, a feeling for which she was grateful. If it weren't for that numbness, she was sure she'd be a mess. Bea had always been a tender soul, quiet and sensitive. But it was easier to ignore the feeling and get it over with. She examined the white material, the dress that spelled her impending doom.<br/>
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The day had been a blur. Bea had barely been able to keep up. That morning she'd awoken, she rose and showered, and dressed herself by 7 AM, and car pulled by around 7:30. On their way to the mystery destination, she'd questioned the driver, who offered her nothing. They'd arrived at a grandious mansion around 9 AM. She'd never seen or heard of the place before. She was escorted inside, and preparations began. First, it was hair. The stylist had spent an hour or so perfecting the details of her updo, endlessly pinning and spraying, trying to achieve excellence. Next came makeup, a commodity which the modest barista rarely indulged in. But that day was different. She hardly felt herself with the flawless job the artist had done. Finishing touches were made throughout the day, all with the end to make her look like the image of the perfect bride.<br/>
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For Bea, however, it was done with one goal in mind. To hopefully appease the man who would be waiting at the end of the aisle. The man with whom her fate would shortly be sealed.<br/>
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She hadn't a clue whom she was about to be wed to. That thought alone scared her more than the wedding. Who waited on the other side of those doors? Nobody would tell her anything, no matter how she pleaded. She hated the thought of what he must be thinking. <br/>
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All of this was to be blamed on one man. Bea couldn't say she hated her father. But this was the last nail in the coffin of their relationship. She wasn't even sure she could look him in the face. He was the reason she was in this predicament. His habits, his debts were the reason she was about to be sold off. And for that reason, she was finished with him. Too many years had been spent fixing his mistakes, righting his wrongs. This was the last straw.<br/>
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Her thoughts were all cut short as she heard a voice. "Bea, It's time." <br/>
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She turned around to face a kindly looking woman, perhaps in her mid 50's. She had soft blonde hair that was cut into a long bob that came to rest at her shoulders. Bea only nodded. The woman approached her with a veil  delicately pinning it into Bea's brown mane. Bea  smiled in gratitude as she came to stand in front of the solid doors, grasping the bouquet of wild flowers. <br/>
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The woman must've sensed Bea's inner unrest, as she rested a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be alright dear. My son is a kind man. You will be okay." Bea frowned, opening her mouth to speak, but as she did, the doors opened. She shut her mouth, adjusting to the light that had poured in. The woman gave her shoulder one last sqeeze before Bea was sent down the aisle. <br/>
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The walk seemed to last an eternity. The room was brightly lit with many windows allowing light to stream in. It was a small group that had assemled, seated on other side of the aisle. She spotted her father, her only living parent. The rest were people she didn't recognize. Every step was more difficult to take than the last. But at long last, she came to stand at the end. A minister stood before her and to her right was the man.<br/>
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She dared not look at him until the minister spoke.<br/>
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"We are gathered her together today..."<br/>
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His words blurred in her head as she caught a glimpse of the man beside her. In his hands was her future.</span><br/><i><span style="font-family:Arapey"></span></i><br/><span style="font-family:Arapey"><span style="font-size: 12px"><a class="username" data-user-id="985" data-username="@Snowey Owl" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/985/">@Snowey Owl</a> </span></span>