“Julius, Maris, is your husband-to-be. You will be getting married next week.” She responded. I looked at her in shock. Out of all people, never would I have ever imagined that I would be marrying Julius Matterbourne, the snotty seventeen-year-old son of the mayor, the rude fat boy who looked and sounded like a twelve-year-old and the same fat boy who gobbled up my food! I can’t believe this. As I sat quietly and stoically in my chair my body language and facial expressions started to transition from emotionless shock to anger. I was livid. I sprang up from the chair with the gem and stamped up the stairs, not even bothering to say anything to anyone. I was pissed, extremely pissed. I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I just wanted to sit in my room, sulk and cry. Now I see why Palvia was so emotional about this. It is an utter disaster when you find out you have to marry someone that you hardly know.
I went into my room and changed into my night-slip. I got into bed with the gem and just lied there, silently. I cried silently all the while stroking the gem for comfort.
“Oh I wish I weren’t marrying him of all people.”