My days suddenly became quite complicated. However, with Mrs. Martha at home helping me with the household chores, I felt a bit more relieved. Besides, she cooked better than I did.
If my days were hectic, it was because Arthur had made an appointment to talk with a wedding planner. The first time I saw her, I immediately thought of my husband or at least the womanizer he once was. That woman was sexy in every sense of the word, and although seeing a woman like her had once caused me conflict, going alone and, of course, with the assurance that Arthur had eyes only for me, I really stopped to admire her beauty.
I was just seventeen, although sometimes I added a year to my age so I wouldn't feel too young. But that wedding planner made me wonder what kind of woman I would become. Would I
