*Rapunzel*
The minute the groom closes the carriage door, Layla pounces. “What on earth is happening with that delicious husband of yours?” she cries. “Here I am, springing to the rescue like Sir Galahad himself. Tell me all.”
I burst into tears.
Layla hugs me, but I’ve held my tears back for too long. After a while, Layla says, “Darling, that’s my last handkerchief, so unless you want me to rip something off my petticoat, you must stop blubbering. I’ll be brutally honest and admit that my petticoat is trimmed with Alençon lace, so I would rather not turn it into handkerchiefs.”
“I will,” I gasp, struggling to take a deep breath.
“Tell me the worst,” Layla says, giving me another squeeze. Her voice drops. “Did he turn out to have some sort of perversion? Does he tie you to the bed or
