A R A B E L L A ' S P. O. V
A week later, and I was already bored of this stupid competition. I had chosen Richard to eliminate for obvious reasons and then retired to my room for the rest of the day.
Meeting the man who would one day be my husband was frightening. They all seemed like good men, who would care for Dahlia and me, but they weren't Hardin. No-one could ever be him and it broke my heart to know that I would spend the rest of my days without love, wallowing in grief with only my child to bring me joy.
I was actively avoiding all the contestants and had succeeded, apart from yesterday when I ran into Jose in gardens. He spent an hour telling me all about the different flowers and vegetables growing about, until I eventually made up an excuse and fled.
My friends were no
