A/N: I'm going ahead and posting the next chapter tonight since my work week is crazy and I have court on Friday again. I loved all the comments I have received so far and I'm planning on giving feedback as soon as I get the chance.

Beta'd by: Scouse

Rating: PG

Chapter 1

Ashley smiles at me, and I swear I see her nose crinkle. "It's nice to meet you." She states before dashing off quickly. I lose her almost instantly in the crowd. And with it, my heart rate drops. I had so hoped to get to know her better so I could maybe explain the strange feelings I just had.

"Come on Spencer. You have plenty more to meet." Crest fallen, I follow onward.

"Yes ma'am"

We track up and down the yard meeting wife after wife. The names I remember are Susan, Linda, Millie, and of course Ashley. There are way too many names and I fear I will never get them all. I did find out that the woman showing me around and introducing me to everyone is named Lucy. She seems nice though. The one person I really don't want to meet or get to know is in my sight, and we are heading right for him.

He is a rather tall skinny man with blackish grey hair that is thinning on top. No facial hair to speak of either. I've never not seen him in a suit as well. His eyes however give me chills. They show nothing.

He is supposed to be our Prophet. Our direct line to God. He arranges all our marriages. Women have no say in whom or when we marry. It is almost like we are second class citizens. We are to obey our husbands and submit to them if we are to enter the celestial kingdom. That is the only way, and we are taught that every Sunday in church.

"Why hello again Spencer" He extends his hand and reluctantly I take it. No spark. Nothing at all except a growing pit in my stomach.

"Hello sir" I whisper

"You don't have to call me sir. My name is Norman, and we are going to be married" He gives me a once over before turning to Lucy.

"Lucy would you mind giving Spencer and I some time to get to know each other better, please"

"Of course Norman" She presses a quick kiss to his lips and is off. I watch her leave, and I try my hardest to wish her back.

"So what do you think of your future sister wives?" He motions for me to sit beside him. I obey.

"They seem nice."

"Wonderful. I have high hopes for you." He looks away to wave at someone across the way. I really want to know what he means by that statement though.

"You do?"

"Yes I do. You will provide me with beautiful children. God told me. That is why he chose you for my wife"

"He … he told you that?"

"Yes he did." His fingers grasped my chin like he is wanting a kiss, but I turned my head away.

"Norman?" Finally looking away from me, he turns his head to see who interrupted him. I look to see who my savior is. It's Ashley.

"Ashley my dear. Come sit with us. I want you to get to know Spencer and I want you to show her what is expected of her everyday in my household." She sits on the other side of him. I notice his hand goes directly to her covered leg and she flinches a bit; however, I have a new feeling bubbling in me and I'm almost certain my feeling is going to get me nowhere but straight to hell. "Well, I will leave you two to get to know each other better." With that, he stands up to leave but not before giving Ashley a kiss on the lips too.

We both watch him leave. Neither of us saying a word. I do notice that she is rather nervous though but so am I. The silence is unbearable to me and I have to break it.

"So do you like being married to the Prophet?" Dumb question I know, but it was all I could think to ask.

"It's amazing. I feel so much closer to God ever since." Her eyes give her away instantly. She hates it.

"Is that why you flinched when he touched you?"

"I don't know what you are talking about!" She stands quickly and darts off much like before.

Several hours and hundreds of congratulations later we are heading home. Well at least my home for the next week. I have never looked so forward to getting into my room than I do at this moment. My father comes up beside me and places his arm around me. "I have never been so proud or happy in my life" The smile on his face is so bright and cheery. I want to scream at him and say NO dad I will not marry him but my upbringing has taught me different. "Just think this time next week you will be married to our Prophet"

My father keeps up his rant all the way home. Most of his wives singing the same praise as him. The younger children seem excited but I don't think that they realize what is happening. My mother is smiling but it doesn't reach her eyes. She will not say anything to stop it either because to go against her husband is to go against God.

Once we reach the house, I make a dash for my room. I want to be alone with my thoughts.

"SPENC…" My mother doesn't have time to finish my name before my door is shut and locked. I change out of my dress for a more comfortable one before letting my hair down.

My mirrored reflection doesn't look the same as it did this morning. There is something different about me now. It's like I realized something about myself. I just wish it would let me in on it is all. The spark is back in my eyes. Looking down at my hand, the one that Ashley touched. Did she give me my spark back? There are so many questions I have, but I have no idea who or how to ask. I'm just as lost as I was this morning when I woke up and instead of having some questions answered I just added to the list.

Questions like why did my heart jump when I met Ashley, or like why did I feel nothing for my future husband. I'm so confused. They needed to teach us about these things in school.

Throwing myself on my bed, I grab my pillow and scream into it "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH" thankfully it was muffled.

My mind wonders again to Ashley almost instantly. I wonder how she has such an affect on me. I hope I had an affect on her too. I must have. She was nervous too.

Knocking at the door breaks me away "Spencer, may I come in?" It's my mother.

"Yes" I get up and unlock the door to let her in. "What is it mother?"

"I wanted to talk to you in private" I nod and close the door behind her before sitting on my bed. "I know you are not excited about this marriage and to be honest neither am I." I start to say my agreement but she raises her hand to finish. "God is the one who decided you should marry our Prophet. We must not disobey him. You will be a great wife and mother, Spencer." Without another word, she is gone. I am left alone again.

I guess this time next week I will be Spencer Jessup instead of Spencer Carlin. The only good thing I can think of coming out of this is it will give me a chance to get closer to Ashley and maybe figure out what these feelings are.

Not wanting to deal with anything else today, I resign myself to sleep for the first time in weeks. My life is about to change completely, and even I have no clue how.