Emilia sits at her balcony, embroidering flowers she saw in the garden below her room, and gently daydreaming. This was her breath of fresh air as, later today, she’d be meeting her fiancé for the first time. She didn’t want to have this feeling of dread when it came to this but she couldn’t help the fact that it was there regardless. The terrible thought alone was enough to snap her out of her daydream with a soft sigh, placing her half embroidered handkerchief down in her lap…
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