Chapter Two
We were now steaming away from the docks. I was already finished settling in, and the day was still young, so I decided to go for a walk on the first class promenade. The air was cool and crisp, so I was glad I brought a jacket . I'd dressed fairly warmly in my favorite white skirt suit with purple pin stripes, and a wide brimmed hat that was endlessly blowing off in the breeze, but found myself a little chilled when I took my hat off.
I felt that I was in the perfect place, so I sat down on a nearby bench and took out my copy of Wuthering Heights. I'd read it a million times, but I never tired of the love story. I longed to start my own grand love affair. My father had told me when I was six years old that he would never force me to marry someone that I did not love, but he was now going back on that promise to me. I was engaged to marry a man whom I could never love.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that he was a nice enough man, but I could not imagine that I could be happy in such an arrangement. My father had mentioned his name only once in passing, but there was something menacing in it. Jacob Black. The name immediately sent shivers down my spine. We were going to America to join him and his father, Billy. Father assured me that it would be a prudent match, and I promised him that I would be a dutiful wife to Jacob.
It was not my dream marriage, but I had made a promise. I would go through with the wedding, bear his children, and create a nice home for all of us.
It is the way it should be, right?