Chapter - 11
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'' You know Josephine, it's not that bad being married."
"I've never thought of it as bad. It's just so soon," I explained.
"I was married at 15, remember?"
"I'm sorry I must sound so annoying complaining about my problems."
"It's fine," she said, securing my curl with one of her bobby pins. She finished and leaned against the sink counter. "I didn't love Louis. I was just like you. Marrying someone I didn't love, but I grew to love him."
"Wait...your's was arranged?"
"Just like yours," she confirmed. I blushed.
"How did you know?"
"I saw a beautiful girl that looked like me three years ago.
"How'd you grow to love Louis?"
"It took time, but I found that lying wasn't the answer. I tried to be a person I wasn't. I tried to be someone he could approve of, someone he could love. He eventually guessed and told me he could see through my facade and that he was in love with a liar, so we started from scratch but with the truth. And look what happened." She motioned, resting her hands on her enormous belly.
"I almost forgot. Congratulations!" I hugged her. "What's it gonna be?"
"A boy," she smiled.
"Josepha?" someone called from outside.
"It's Louis," she said, recognizing his voice.
"We should probably head back," I suggested.
"We should," she agreed. We opened the door and found Louis panicking, but relief swept his face.
"What's wrong?" Josepha asked in confusion.
"I was so worried. You disappeared, and I thought something had happened to you or the baby."
"I'm fine," she assured him, taking his face in her hands. I felt really awkward, so I decided to give them some privacy and head back to the party.
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