Nefretiri/Diana
"Another letter from your fiancee?" Julie asked, sitting on her bunk. "How obsessive is he this time?"
"If I found out that someone even touched your hand without a glove, I would find them and chop their hand off for you," I read aloud, pursing my lips.
"How's that Dear John letter going?" she asked, sipping her coffee. "You know, the longer you wait, the harder it will be."
"It feels wrong to tell him it's over through a letter," I protest, throwing the twenty-page letter on my bunk. "How do I do this?"
"You don't love him, and the only reason you accepted his proposal is because your uncle made you," she reminded me, giving me a sympathetic look. "Do you really want to marry someone you don't love?"