She was looking out the window. Her head resting on her arms. It was a sunny day. Even from behind the window, she could feel her skin burning from the sun. Her shirt felt damp and sticky from the perspiration, the thin fabric clinging to her back. Elise sighed and waved a hand in front of her face, hoping to cool down a bit. From the corner of her eye, she could see her suitcase, filled with clean and dry shirts. It was alluring, knowing she would only have to take two steps to feel proper again. A drop of sweat trickled down her neck and interrupted her star competition with the suitcase. Elise sighed again and turned her gaze back towards the window. It was no use either way, a new shirt would be wet within five minutes. She was apparently too nervous to stop perspiring. Besides she needed to get dressed in an hour anyway. The dress was already laying on her bed. Though beautiful it felt ominous and deceiving. She wondered how it would be, going there. Would the room they put her in look the same as the one they had put her in a year ago. Probably not, Elise thought or hoped, it was after all a different town hall.
Behind her she could hear the clock ticking loudly with each second. And as the seconds ticked by, the dread in her stomach got stronger. She wondered if she could still withdraw. Would he know? No, he wouldn't, of course he wouldn't. But they would. And they wouldn't let her. Once logged, there was no way back.
He couldn't wait. It wasn't even ten o'clock and he had already looked at his watch five times. Time was passing by slowly, too slow for his concern. Why did these things start so late, he had been ready around eight o'clock and now he had to wait for four hours before they finally picked him up. He didn't know how he would pass the time, but he would come up with something because at twelve o'clock, his new life began. His new life with her.
Gosh how he wanted to fast forward time.