Eveline stepped out the door of her parent’s house, realizing it would be the last time she left it as her residence.  From this point on, for the rest of her life, she would live with Colin in his home, visiting her parents but never staying.  Her bedroom would be converted for some other use by her mother, as they’d done with her sister’s some time before, and by the time she returned from the honeymoon, all her things would be transported to her new chambers in Colin’s suites.<br/><br/>The car was already waiting for her and the driver opened the door.  He politely helped her into the backseat.  She would travel alone to the airport, only meeting Colin and Arabella once she arrived.  It would be her first real encounter with Colin’s wife.  They’d met before, briefly, at many of the events the upper caste attended in the course of the year, their social circles limited to only those with the most elite of genetics.  Thus, everyone knew at the very least of everyone else, and had shaken hands a few times over the course of their lives.<br/><br/>The car navigated through the streets, on route to the airport.  Eveline looked out the window, watching people go about their normal lives, unaware or uncaring that hers was about to change.  She thought about Colin MacGregor, a man of power, one whose place in this world was very much assured.  And becoming his wife meant hers was as well.  There would be nothing but the best for the women who graced Colin’s bed and brought sons and daughters to his household.<br/><br/>Of Arabella, she knew very little.  The woman had stood by her husband’s side with confidence at the many events he presided over.  She seemed friendly, likable, comfortable in her position.  Eveline had no idea of behind the closed doors she was a mouse or a bitch, easy to step on or ready to bare her teeth.<br/><br/>She supposed it was time to find out.<br/><br/>The car pulled up at the airport and Eveline waited for the driver to open her door and help her out.   She smoothed the sundress, a spaghetti strapped flimsy thing made of a floral patterned cotton, over her legs and glanced around, wondering if she’d been first or if her new husband had already arrived.