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" How about we help each other?" He says and I look up at him, eyes still wet from the tears streaming down my cheeks, heart freshly broken from the public humiliation and betrayal that was Lucas's breakup. I can faintly make out the first droppings of snow floating magically under the light of the street lamps. It's that time of the year, a time for wool coats, a time for relaxing, none of which I'll be doing. "I'm an orphan with a wicked aunt and a boyfriend who left her because she has nothing to her name, how could I possibly help you?" I say another sob escaping my lips. "Marry me" he replies and my eyes widen in anger. Is he mocking me?. I look into the eyes of this stranger and see he's dead serious. "I need a wife, you need a home, marry me and you'll have all you want". I nod.

A Snowy Marriage (A Christmas agreement)

The way this person makes me feel hot and uncomfortable without even looking at me makes me feel insecure, like he could stare into depths of my soul at this point, and i don't think I wouldn't want him to.

A wierd sensation hits me, that this is literally the worst place for a broken hearted girl to recuperate, it's too filled with overall beauty. I can see the head of the person I'm staring at turning, and any moment now he's going to catch me staring.

I'm putting all my effort into looking away but It's like a part of me wants to deliberately get caught. I can't imagine why such a thing would be occuring to me at this moment, when half the people on this huge hall are panicked and they're all standing, like they're waiting for someone important.

Any minute now his face will meet mine, and I just can't imagine tye sort of shame that would go through my body being caught staring at a random person. A hand gently pushes my face away from the field of vision of this enthralling person, and I see Arden with a gleam in her eyes.

She's trying so hard not to laugh and cause a general ruckus in the place, while the fear and elation coursing through my heart is enough to make any normal person fall on the floor and take thier time catching deep long breaths.

I almost feel ashamed of myself. I'd always considered myself to have perfect control whenever it came to the male population, but here I am blandly starimg at someone I barely know because I think they have pretty eyes.

"It's best you don't stare at people like that here, you'll get into trouble". I take the warning with a pinch of salt, as it seems she's right "It's also best if you don't stare at him like that, and don't feel bad it's not like you're the first anyways". The way she puts particular precision in enunciating the word Him in her sentence makes me feel a creeping feeling up the back of my spine, like I should stay away from Him the most.

"Why all the fuss?" I ask, voice dropping low to the tone of a whisper. I can see her silently debating something in her head, then she'd shake it as if to tell me no, and just go on questioning herself and the process would begin all over and over again. I can't seem to make my heart stop beating erratically as I feel whatever is going to happen here could possibly be worse than all the things that had happened yesterday combined.

It's just morning and yet I'm already scared out of my wits. Adrian refuses to meet my eyes as he keeps on staring at the upper levels where seats are arranged in a semi circle. One seat catches my eye, a sort of golden like throne, that seemed to command the attention of whoever saw it.

I can see movement on the upper floors as a woman walks gracefully towards the seat, she places herself on it like only she has the right to, and from the dangerous glint in her expression, this cannot end well.

Chapter 36