A set of veils. White for the wedding, black for mourning, and pink, blue, and green for casual wear.
"My dear daughter, you must remember to wear these always. You won't refuse a gift from your loving mother, will you?"
I wouldn't refuse it, no. But my stepmother's sudden sweetness almost felt devious. I wasn't sure what she was possibly scheming for by giving me this gift, but I wasn't one to question her. I knew very well what her wrath could do.
I was the youngest daughter of the household. I shouldn't have been the first to marry, but I knew it was to protect my stepsisters. The Abbott family was well known for its four beauties, each of them much too pampered to be given away to the devilish Sinclair Lord.
I had heard the gossip. There was much shock when my father offered his hidden fifth daughter's hand to the Lord. I didn't understand why he ever agreed, but my father surely was overjoyed. He had much to gain from this.
Maybe the veils were to protect the Lord's eyes. Whatever the reason was, I would wear them always. I nearly died the last time I disobeyed my stepmother, and only a fool would make the same mistake twice.
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