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Straw of Hope

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Camilla's POV

It was an iron chain, each thread bonded me closer to a future in which I had no desire to be. Every time I looked in the mirror, I could hardly recognize the girl standing back. My eyes, once bright and alive, shone dull with nothing but dread. My lips colored crimson red wobbled with words which, with rendition, I couldn't say.

Now, this was to be the day that I married a man I despised, a man who treated me no better than as a pawn to make himself look good.

My hand ran over the silky fabric of the thing, soft to the touch of my fingers, yet it could have been anything, so ordinary. What was to be a day of love and joy had become an endless nightmare from which I couldn't awaken. I couldn't run away. My father made certain of that. He left explicit instructions for his men to see that my arrival at the Lockwood estate was to be as smooth as it could possibly be, no mistakes, no excuses.

"Miss Camilla, it's time," Hannah whispered from the door.

I didn't run. My feet s
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