Jonathan had a calm smile on his face but from inside he was seething. He never liked Hazel, she had no class. She was a mentally retarded girl who knew nothing. She was not even able to eat demour, let alone be presentable in the social gatherings. When he had come to know that she was going to be his future wife, he had come to meet her a few times.
But she always laughs like a fool and talks about foolish things like their marriage, kids, getting old together, looking at stars and counting them late at night. Whenever he starts talking about politics or etiquette, she turns blank and looks at him as if he was talking about aliens. That was when he had realized that she was nothing but a flower vase. She had no traits except her breathtaking beauty.
