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Arrest - Meaning: Act or effect of arrest; capture, imprisonment, detention.

Grumpy - Meaning: behavior of the grumpy, bad-tempered person.

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Prison, feminine noun. Word that defines my current situation. Don't get confused, I mean my future. It will be an eternal prison, I mean [...] that family didn't care about my opinion. Who will tell him.

I will leave the reason for this marriage for the foreseeable future, but do not worry [...] it will not take too long.

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The windows of the great Belgath Mansion had an explored view. Taking into account that it is located in a particular rural area of ​​Belgath.

It was visible how much Mum had liked the woody design that she inhabited around us. This is because we did not get to know every room, since my future "Mother-in-Law" or "Mother" insisted that I should pay extreme attention when choosing my dress.

Even though it was a marriage against my will, it was Ilário to see my mother who never lost her posture, to pull out hair with Mrs. Belgath's grumpyness.

"Aysla, you are not even trying to hold your breath." - Mother said, dissatisfied with the result of her choice.

"The problem is not with the vintage dress, but with her daughter who overeat." Replied my mother-in-law in an indifferent tone.

"I know you are dissatisfied with this marriage, but I suggest that you don't make it even more difficult for my daughter!" - Mom, who so easily lost her patience, had stopped formalities when receiving so many negative comments.

"Don't be silly [...] - asked my mother-in-law. - Your child will never live up to my son, don't make him delude himself. " I sighed deeply, intending to endure that pressure.

Footsteps were heard calling our attention. He stood there, just analyzing me from head to toe, I felt a familiar wrap in my stomach.

"Honey, you are here [...]" - he did not let his mother finish.

"Leave me alone with my Bride!" - he ordered, by magic, everyone was gone from our visions.

It was hard not to look at the box with a significant size in your hands. Time to tease - I thought.

"Don't tell me that my early wedding gift is a dead servant." - his face was still expressionless, which didn't surprise me.

"If Miss Eliot wanted one so badly, she should have informed me in advance." - and for the first time, a small sinic smile was clear.

I had never seen him in person before then and my first impression was different than I imagined.

Levi had hair that suggested he moved the night sky. Her long eyelashes caused envy in the high society of women. He has a striking and delicate face, finally his significant mark that he is the son of the Belgath family, with blue eyes like the Caribbean Sea.

"I don't want to disturb your self-assessment, but my time is worth gold." - He left the box near my feet and a silence settled until I understood.

"Is this really for me?" - he remained quiet. - You want me to wear it in front of you, don't you? " - Levi just nodded, sitting in one of the several armchairs there.

I knelt in front of him and undid the red bow. When I lifted the lid of the box, my eyes were flooded with white. Levi was divided to face his watch and me.

I held the dress in my hands as I stood up. Even ashamed, I left the fabric aside and unbuttoned my skirt.

Maybe it was just a hidden desire, but when he noticed that Levi was looking at his watch, not a girl in lingerie right before his eyes. An unusual disappointment ran through my body.

How silly of me. - I thought.

A bitter smile was visible on my face.

My common adolescent body, I don't like it [...] that is how I will live. - I thought.

The hopeless garment that fell, fell gloriously on my body. I couldn't tell if those tears accumulated on my brown irises were of happiness or frustration. This princess-like dress, used for a loveless marriage [...] was not even involved in friendship.

"What do you think?" - I asked without much hope of a grand comment.

"Satisfactory." - don't cry, don't cry. He doesn't deserve your tears. - I thought.

Levi stood up wearing his tuxedo. For some reason, I had a feeling he needed to say something, but he didn't. He came over, touching my face with the tips of his soft fingers, and left without saying a word.

I fell on the light dress and my eyes seemed to have faded.

My check was falling with each passing day. I'm really going to marry someone I don't love. - I thought.

All three women who used to peek behind the door, came in acting as if nothing had happened. Each looked at me from different perspectives.

Mrs. Belgath, who could not bear me so much, was pleased with the excellent treatment I received from her dear son. Katherine, my best friend and (half sister), held tears that insisted on decay, happiness was a sign on her face. Mama [...] Indecision could describe her features, she didn't want us to have to go that way.

"My son always had good taste [...]" - boasting his son for the tenth time, my mother-in-law smiled falsely at me.

"You look beautiful. A true angel. " - commented mom and kath.

"I think that is enough for today, I still need to review my guest list." - I said with visible fatigue in my voice.

"Rest, baby, we still have a lot of time." - Mom comforted me, but received a disapproving look from Mrs. Belgath.

"Don't relax too much, the wedding will have many important people and we don't want a bride without manners." - commented leaving the room, leaving us alone.

"Aysla, are you sure you don't want me to drown this offering in the nearby lake, I guarantee you won't leave any evidence." - Kath made gestures hinting at drowning and Mom burst out laughing, taking me along.

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The house was quiet, Mom and Katherine had gone shopping and Mrs Belgath had gone out to visit a relative, and of course she didn't want to ask if I would like to go with her. Not that I wanted to go out with that woman. - I thought.

Something Mom knew about me was my unscrupulous curiosity. So before he left, he made it clear that he shouldn't leave the room to snoop around the house.

Unfair! It is my fiance's house, will become my husband in the future, no doubt I have rights. - I thought.

What I didn't expect is that she would lock the door. A note was hanging on the handle. I grabbed the same one and there it said:

"I know my daughter very well, for protective and safety measures, I locked her door, slept with the Aysla angels." - cunning woman. - I thought.

But fortunately it was from that intelligence that I was born. While mommy is going, I'm coming back. If you know what I mean.

In a few steps, I headed for the porch and luckily the parapet was long enough that I could go to another room.

As a way of not getting in the way, I replaced the dress I was wearing with a sweater and slippers. I leaned over the marble structure and looking down, I thanked God for not fearing the height.

When I finally reached the balcony of what appeared to be a dark room, a shadow covered my vision, causing my imbalance.

Great! My time to meet Jesus has arrived. - I thought.

But luckily or reflexively, the shadow held my arms easily.

"Maybe Jesus doesn't want to meet a sinner who disobeys his parents." - I thought.

"I'm sure he won't forgive a girl so impolite and without manners." - that voice [...] It was him.

"Let go of me, I want to die." - I replied surrendered.

To be continued...