It was hopeless! I tried every means possible to take the ring off! Soap, oils, moisturizers, threads, strings… name it! My finger was already too sore by the time I was done! The only time I stopped trying was when I fell asleep, and I was trying not to.
When morning came, I was awakened by palace maidens who served me breakfast. They prepared my bath and when I came out of the oil and flower petals-filled tub, they showed me my wedding dress.
"This is NOT happening," I muttered.
Although I wanted to throw myself off the window so the wedding would not proceed, I could not help but admire the dress. It was gleaming white with gold lace designs and trimmings. The palace maidens helped me put it on. They braided my hair and put flowers and pearls on it to prepare me for the wedding.
"I really do NOT want to get married. Is there any way I could escape?" I told them. My last desperate attempt to get away.
