A year ago...
A year ago...I"m in the Marriage Market of my own free will, so why am I so nervous about heading towards the auction block? I need to pull it together or I"m going to end up going for a low price.
Which isn"t what I need. I"m here so I can help my family with the money I raise. A small amount isn"t going to do much to ease their burdens.
I take a deep breath and try to centre myself, following the woman in front of me and not giving any clues to the others around me that I"m falling apart inside. I"m sure there are other people who feel the same way I do, but we"re discouraged from talking about it, even between ourselves.
I glance to the side, surprised to see a line of young men all dressed in white making the same journey as we are. I thought the auctions were normall
