The mattress that she laid on seemed to be the softest one available to mankind. It felt as if she was floating on clouds, but that did not help her sleep. The word wedding was still dancing in her mind; it was performing tango while wearing a white dress. He had left after delivering the news leaving her staring with wide eyes at his back. Agatha came and took her to the guest room, saying that after marriage she will be staying in the master bedroom with the master and she spent the whole day thinking about it all.
He said the rumours about him were true. What does that mean? Who am I going to marry? Maybe there's an escape somewhere around?
She could not just stay here and let it happen. She had to do something about it. He could not just carry on with it.
