MEL
"Did the ring have to be red too, father?"
A blood red dress, red roses, and a ruby red ring worth millions. It sounds more like the beginning of a bad joke than a marriage, but at this point, I feel more like I'm being bought rather than married.
Father's face creases and he sighs for the second time in two minutes.
"Baby, I don't know. That's what he sent."
Yeah. Being bought sounds about right.
I sigh and look at the ring again.
On top of everything, red is not my color.
And, I hate rubies.
Xander knows this too, which makes all of this even worse.
I stare mindlessly into the mirror, admiring the drape of the dress around my body. The dress hadn't been my idea either. Nothing on my skin had been my idea.
I chuckle, the sound catching in my throat as I press my eyes closed
