Intro Megan Sanders
Megan Sanders took deep even breaths as her mother instructed her. She looked anywhere but ahead of her. She looked to the right. Her whole family was there along with her friends. She passed by her younger sister Karen, 13, and saw she was crying. She alone sympathized with Megan. She saw her older brother, Charles, who smiled, oblivious to her pain. Her steps were slow and she looked at the man beside her. Her grandfather Thomas led her forward slowly. She forced her gaze to the front of the room and saw her mother. An elegant woman in her mid forties, Patricia Sanders gave off an air of unbendable will, and she was, in fact, unbendable...except for when it came to money. Her mother was ruthless in her efforts to maintain the family name in high places. She had been so since the death of her husband, and Megan's father William Sanders. At only 17 she held her family's financial security a hand. Finally they reached the front of the room. It was a church. It was a nightmare. It was her wedding.
Megan Sanders took deep even breaths as her mother instructed her. She looked anywhere but ahead of her. She looked to the right. Her whole family was there along with her friends. She passed by her younger sister Karen, 13, and saw she was crying. She alone sympathized with Megan. She saw her older brother, Charles, who smiled, oblivious to her pain. Her steps were slow and she looked at the man beside her. Her grandfather Thomas led her forward slowly. She forced her gaze to the front of the room and saw her mother. An elegant woman in her mid forties, Patricia Sanders gave off an air of unbendable will, and she was, in fact, unbendable...except for when it came to money. Her mother was ruthless in her efforts to maintain the family name in high places. She had been so since the death of her husband, and Megan's father William Sanders. At only 17 she held her family's financial security a hand. Finally they reached the front of the room. It was a church. It was a nightmare. It was her wedding.