Becoming Mrs Astor

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ld get dressed. Mr Ba

new was going to come eventually. My parents had

I am ind

arted to speak, most definit

not our mother, she was a beautiful witch called Adline; the woman that birthed us was in fact long dead, and the sorry excuse for a

ut of my room while I prepared myself f

er than I had anticipated and my snee

essed at once, y

casm, "I am feeling unwell. What is it about this

illy games wi

e years older than me. I understood marrying a rich man for his we

ake me come meet your guest, unless you want to run the risk of

father always praises yo

't fall far from the tree, otherwise, how did he end

omping out. I revelled in my victory over her. Pissing her off did me no good, because F

rned to my room wi

n't you? Father is calli

nd about him in a very formal manner, and I would have it no other way. I didn't bother trying to even appear sick because it wouldn't matt

o the room. Later, I would realize that those were the first words he spok

haviour,

dress to receiv

I didn't kno

e sco

iness. Go up to your room, get dressed and be ready

was your

waste any more time. He

he is going to

ha

on, so I see no need to part

n. "Don't you ha

ting myself in a father and da

spect her, you disrespect me!"

ead slightly. "But on the matter of Baron, I

as shocked at my guts even though I had bee

or behind me, because my father woul

n or heard him with such a temper in a long time. He often had what seemed to

hat old fool too!" Despite my bravery,

door in and grabbed

nk you have a choice? It i

ead vehemently tears w

ar apart from the obvious? Gee, I dunno, Father, I don't want to live the rest of my life with some ogre

because, I

opped from m

d you ju

d's name was I doing? I swallowed a lu

m pregna

attempt to better sell the lie.

me on the bed, his eyes staring to spa

r w

me that came to my