Two days later:
I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The blue flowy dress Agnor got me fits me nicely. My hair is styled into a bun, some loose strands framing my face. And makeup, just light enough to hide the gloominess off my face.
Despite how well I present myself, I don't feel ready. To be announced as someone else's wife, that too the brother of my ex husband's is enough to cause stir. I might end up bringing dirt to both of our names.
As the thoughts swirl in my head, my hands fumble with the earrings. I can’t get the clasp to hook right.
A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Blue?” Agnor's voice wafts from outside the door.
“Yes Agnor?” I say, just loud enough.
Agnor steps in, dressed in a black suit, crisp and clean, looking sharp as always.
