Chapter One:
I stared into the mirror and tried to fix what was most of the time looked like road kill on the top of my head. But this time I had tamed it a little bit (brushed it……… I am not that big on the whole beauty thing) and now long brunette hung in loose waves and rested gently on my shoulders. I had to look absolutely perfect today for the man I loved to be married to was visiting me.
Every time I see Raul my heart stops. I can't help getting lost in his deep blue oceans for eyes or maybe the golden locks on his head. Although everyone thinks that our marriage will be a mistake, I think it will be wonderful. Nobody thinks that blacksmith will be able to support me. I may not be rich and I don't care that he isn't either. I love him and that is all that matters to me.
I looked in my closet and tried to find a beautiful ladylike dress but nothing seemed to work. So finally I settled for a periwinkle dress with embroidering of flowers weaving down to the bottom seams of my dress. I normally wouldn't be saying this but I think it brought out my big anxious brown eyes.
While I was trying to perfect my performance, a knock came to the door. My heart leaped for joy. I had not seen him for over a month because he was traveling for his business. I quickly took one last look and murmured to myself, "This is as good as it's going to get," and ran down our twirling staircase so happy it was like I was a child in a candy shoppe. When I opened the door my heart sank slightly for it was a messenger.
"Are you Miss Ren Faber?" he questioned me.
"Yes I am," I replied noticing that his expression had changed from just an average good day to very serious. "Is there something wrong?"
"I am sorry milady but your fiancé, Raul Turner, was murdered in his sleep last night."
The next thing I knew tears were streaming down my face. The last thing I remember is falling down to the floor, and hearing the messenger asking me if I was okay and yelling for help. The rest was a blur.
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