Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I would no longer be me.
I would be a wife.
I sit in my room, cold. There's snow piling up outside, and the sun is ducking lower as I stare at it, boring holes into the golden globe.
I could see the snowflakes falling heavily outside, accumulating on the ground and covering everything in a blanket of white. The cold had crept into my room, making me shiver
Juliette had come to talk to me, so had Tina and Cammile. All saying the same things. 'You'll be fine', 'I know your scared', 'I'll be there for you'. Sure it made me feel better, but only a little. I was scared, how couldn't I be? Yes, I had come to terms with it, but I was still just a girl who wanted to find true love. Who wanted to marry on my own accord, to marry a man I loved. Not one I despised.
My thoughts about the situation over the last few hours had been mercurial. One moment I was scared and angry, the next I was excited. I mean ever since I can remember, I've been dreaming of a royal wedding. Dramatic clothing, fancy food, a day where I could be seen.
I knew it was all a scam, but still the little girl inside me was giddy. The childlike part of me was happy.
I had taken an incredibly long shower. Waxing, scrubbing, washing. Everything. Physically I was ready to get married, but mentally something was stopping me from embracing the moment.
I let out a deep sigh and rubbed my hands together, trying to generate some warmth. The golden glow of the sun had disappeared completely, leaving behind a gray and gloomy sky. It was a reflection of the way I felt inside- cold, lonely, and lost.
It's dark, and the only light that decorates the room is a singular candle flame on my nightstand.
As the wick of the candle flickered in the dimly lit room, it cast dancing shadows across the walls. The warm glow emanating from the flame seemed to hold the entire space in a hushed reverence, as if it were a beacon of hope in a sea of darkness. The scent of wax and smoke filled the air, adding to the sensory experience. The flickering of the flame seemed almost hypnotic, drawing the eye to its movements and giving a sense of constant change. And yet, despite its impermanence, the candle's light illuminated the room with a gentle, steady glow that brought a sense of comfort and reassurance.
It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, a single source of light can make all the difference. In the same way, change can be like a candle in a dim room. It can be fleeting and uncertain, but even the smallest steps forward can bring light and hope to the darkest of situations. Like the flame of a candle, change may flicker and waver, but it has the power to illuminate our lives and guide us towards something worth living.
I closed my eyes and whispered a silent prayer for strength and guidance, hoping that I would find some courage.
This change wouldn't break me, I needed to adapt to my new life and learn to live it with pride.
A new chapter.
Marriage.
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AHHH! i'm so sorry for another short ass chapter. i think this is the shortest one i've wrote, BUT the wedding stuff will be next chapter, and i needed something to fill in the night before, just to let you all know how arabella feels. thanks for reading :)
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