The Runaway Mafia Bride

YEARS

talking about how I was the only person who loved to stay in th

faces and body structure, I on the other hand, inherited frizzy chestnut colored hair and unnatural grey eyes. Father had alway

ways said that I had a great deal of resemblance to my father, that was the

e feline that had wrapped itself around t

was an illegitimate child? After all, I'd heard the whispers of the maids

think this

rds the walkway that led to the manor. I spotted mother and my sister, raising my hand to

ooed and clapped at my sister. I watched as my sister twirled around, the sheer pink ball

an ecstatic voice, her eyes filled with adorat

or a new set of clothes since I'd outgrown th

too fat for our previous ones then we woul

nt but now, watching them as they twirled and rejoiced over t

g seen too many days and was too tight at the bodice, however it was the only decent wear I had. I

ter frustration in her tone as she searched through her bags for a ou

ended not to hear. I'd stopped wondering why my father never paid me

n stuck in my throat, lifting my gaze towar

called, lifting my arms toward

hitting and getting locked up in the cellar for days on end. I would've ignored everything because I desperately wanted

happen. I was never g

getting

ek from now. I had no idea who the groom was or why I was going to become a wife at fourte

how much I tried. I wasn't her daughter because no p

aged to untangle herself from the tree,

en. I wasn't going to get married against my will and I

as I can get and never look back. It w

ne. The only thing they would feel is embarrassment at

feline and her ears perked in respons

ail this way and that. I smiled at the reaction,

go, Pom?" I whispered in a ton

ling into a ball in my hands. My lips quirked and I l

ng faraway, reminiscent of the place that I constantly marked on

ok that as an agreement, my smile

ca, i