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Chapter 1

Wendy peered out the gossamer curtains, her hooded eyes as gray and stormy as the London sky. People always told her it was good luck to have rain on your wedding day, but Wendy considered the weather as nothing but reflective of her mood.

From the outside looking in, one would see a nervous bride-to-be staring out her childhood window, her fists clutching the ivory fabric from the anxiety of the next hour, or perhaps from being apprehensive of her wedding night. She did not cry, nor did she shake. She had done enough of the during the lonely nights of the months leading up to this very moment—there was no use for tears now.

It wasn't that Jacob Dillinger was a bad man: in fact, compared to the other suitors Mr. and Mrs. Darling had scrounged up for her, Jacob was rather preferable. He had kind, brown eyes and a steady job as an accountant, like her father. Though his hair was thinning at the crown, and he often belched at the dinner table, Wendy knew she would always have supper on the table and a level-headed husband to kiss her goodnight. Her future should have been one she looked forward to.

If only she wasn't aware of how things could be.