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Love Is Not A Fiction

Chapter 2 I have to make amends to my family

Word Count: 1936    |    Released on: 17/07/2023

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e moving shadows on the walls. I did not turn on the overhead light, getting ready for

ows were especially strong. I shuddered involuntarily, imagining yet another scandal. Gossip, newspapers, even photography... This has been harassing us so far. Someone deliberately fomented the conflict, provoked the nerves, did not

y approached the door. I listened. Silence. OK. She

d in a barely audible voi

at her eldest daughter. Pale, emaciated. This only made it worse for me, because my mother was too worrie

I greete

remembered how that evening when I returned home, she did not dare to comfort me. Or didn't you want to? And later she didn't either. At

e wanted to talk about the engagemen

lized that she was excited

married. Why such a hurry? It's because of

d firmly, finally looking dire

the heels. Is this s

... - she stopped, cast a guilty look. - Hmmm. About the incident. I'm begging you, daughter. Do your best. For us. For the sist

nterrupted her speech, already realizin

roze for a couple of moments. Her hand, so warm, a little rough. I missed this

said confidently, and left without eve

om. I wonder if he already knows who I am? And if so, why do I need him? No normal man would want to have a wife like me, knowing the details of my shame. Although. Pictures, one scarier than the other, succeeded each other in my imagination. Why does he need a married wife? To mock? Quite po

verything is not like in the beautiful fairy tales that we excitedly read with the sisters. Not at all. The time before seemed to me bright, in shades of pink. It smelled of flowers, hot buns, and freshly cut grass

e illu

uldn't breathe. I caught myself biting my f

breakfast in the morning. At lunch, I drank an herbal decoction with difficulty and ate half a ci

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give in, but like my hopes they scattered like thin cardboard boxes on the table and floor. I wasn't ready for guests. Not yet. But I have to force myself. Tune in. I have to make amends to my family, no matter what the cos

would never be the same as before. At first, my father did not call me. Then I, filled with resentment and anger, furious indignation, did not accept invitations and simply defiantly sla

be too hard and I decided to postpone this lesson until later. Even if the meeting with the groom goes well, then there will still have to be time to say goodbye to the house, relatives. Prepare mentally for a life tog

to think about them. B

my father began, putting

oat, not letting air into my lungs. Loya and Heli looked at each other. The twins are three years you

clock, and the footsteps of servants. I had a hard time making myself eat. Because of the excitement, even the taste of food was almost not felt

ly, mentally agreeing in advanc

a letter from him with a proposal for a meeting. He said that he was in

ad such a tense atmosphere. Dad was always reserved, but kind to us. Now there was an aloofness in his v

ready," I answered mee

shrink, but I continued to sit up straight. She just lo

shattered. We needed to disgrace ourselves eve

ou give me reason to doubt me? I have always tried to be a good daughter. I beg you, do not dele

h! Father's voice jumpe

quickly walked to my hiding place. Already at

u before. But, Amy, the circumstanc

down for a second, threw "I know"

he pillow. It has been the most difficult evening in recent months. They won't fo

e wanted

ery unenviable candidate. Not financially, but as a person. But this was not surprising

e window, the purple twilight was rapidly gathering. The room was

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