The wedding has been arranged in a week. She couldn't delay it no matter how much she wanted to.
The yakuza has been very discreet about the wedding, and so was the governor who seemed way too eager for them to marry.
Before she can even realize it, tomorrow was to be her wedding day. She pranced back and forth as she tried to think of any way to stop it.
The maid announced that her fiance came to visit. She straightened her back as if it was a natural response to his presence.
As the gray eyes of his met hers, she felt resentment creep through her heart. Anger flooded her as she clenched her jaw.
"Are you mad? Do you really wish to marry me?" she couldn't help but spat at him with her words.
There is nothing more that could be done. There is no way on earth she can control her anger toward the impending union.
