Arabella's POV:
Slowly walking up the short stairs that lead to the house I'll be living in from now on, I feel like I was suffocating. The pain in my chest was getting to much to handle but still I managed to hold my tears back. I don't want to appear weak in front of anyone.
Suddenly the huge doors flew open and snapped me out of my thoughts. Three people, Two elders and a man who seems to be in his early thirties were standing in front of us. They greeted my father and then shifted their onto me. I felt uncomfortable under their sharp gaze, so I looked down at my feet.
"So this is my wife?" The man in his early thirties asked. So he's the one I'm going to marry. He didn't look bad but I don't know why I felt that there is something evil in his eyes. The way he looked at me from head
