“Esniessa...Esniessa...”
I opened my eyes, and her face came into view. Those same pair of brown eyes and auburn hair that I knew all too well.
I sat up. “Mother?”
“Get up, it is time.” She took the blanket off my body.
“Time for what?”
“For your wedding, Stupid.” She answered like it was the most obvious thing.
“Wedding?” I asked, looking around. This looked just like my old room in my parents' house. The blue wallpaper, the reading desk, and the old brown dresser that seemed like something used in the 18th century.
“Reginald is waiting for you at the church.” She explained.
Still confused as to how I got here in the first place, I shook my head. “No, I can’t marry that monster.” Just his name alone made my skin crawl.
Is this some type of dream? This happened three years ago,
