Elizabeth’s father was determined to marry her off to one of his wealthy choices, but none of them felt right to her. Frustrated, she blurted out that she’d rather marry the first man she saw. When that stranger appeared, she instantly regretted her words, realizing how reckless her decision might have been.
Elizabeth stood in the grand, glittering mansion, the soft clink of champagne glasses and murmurs of idle conversation filling the air.
The room was packed with elegantly dressed men and women, their smiles polished and practiced, their laughter hollow. The falseness of it all made her stomach churn. These people, with their perfect appearances and shallow words, were everything she despised.
