Seconds in Time

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"Get yourself together woman!" She suddenly exclaimed and slammed her hands down on the table.

I nearly jumped out of my skin and stared at her as if she were a mad woman.

"You need to stop talkin' and smack some since into that boy! Ain't no one ever laid a hand on him and that's his problem. Don't go so easy on him." I couldn't believe what I was being told.

"I'm not going to hit Alexander." I told her in a tone that made it clear to her that I thought she was crazy. What I was being asked to do was almost laughable really.

"And why not?" She insisted to know.

"Because there's no doubt in my mind that he would hit back. I don't exactly want to be abused and by the way, has anyone ever mentioned to you that violence isn't the answer to solving your problems?" I probably didn't need to add that last part, but I wasn't going to strike my mentally unstable fiancé. That just can't end well.

"Oh he wouldn't hit you. You're a girl!" She said, as if I were the one talking all crazy.

"Keep telling yourself that." I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

She was insane if she really thought I was stupid enough to hit him, or even voluntarily have physical contact at that. At this point that isn't a problem. I don't have to like him in fact it is perfectly fine if I hate him. I just have to act like I like him for a few hours at our wedding. I'm good at pretending, right? I mean, the only people I can't lie to are my parents. I never had a problem lying to anyone else.

Oh, I'm going to have to kiss him aren't I? Well, that might not be all bad. I can hate him, but still enjoy kissing him, right? Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem and it's just that one time...and various times throughout the reception because we have to make it look good, or do we? Maybe everyone gets that we don't love each other and this marriage doesn't mean anything.

"Miss Lillian!" I jumped and looked at Marietta.

I guess I drifted off a bit.

"Did you hear a word I just said?" She asked in annoyance.

"No, sorry." I answered sheepishly.

She only rolled her eyes and left the room. Apparently it wasn't that important then.

I stood up with a sigh and began my search for something to read. I brushed my fingertips over the spines of the dusty books, tilting my head to the side to read some of the titles better. I skimmed over Wuthering Heights, Evangeline, Hania, and Othello before deciding on Scent of Cloves by Norah Lofts. I had read some of it once before, but hadn't got very far. Now is as good a time than any to pick up on it again.