MARY
'Ready?' Mary shook her head. She was not ready. She was far from ready. Her insides were suddenly churning.
Gulping, Mary took deep breaths while she was standing outside the double doors of the grand hall.
"Relax, sis. You're going to be fine," Mary offered a faint smile towards her brother. Andrew was grinning from ear to ear. She clung to his arms even tighter.
Being the center of attention was never a thing in Mary Earle's vocabulary. She had to die a few times before she can muster enough courage to talk in front of people. It was always the case for her and right now she was trying not to hyperventilate.
It never occurred to Mary that getting married to a man like Hero would require her to gulp down her fear and would have to be held in the grand hall of The Mesial.
She never thought of anything. She couldn't. All that she ever thought of when he had proposed was the life that they will be having, together,
