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ELENA
I was dressed for the ceremony. Yes, in a sense, I was "dressed" because they put these thick fabrics on me without asking me anything. They wanted to put a symbol of the MacKenzie clan around my neck, I tried to refuse, but I was met with Gwen's threatening glare. My father wasn't around to protect me. Well, that’s how the traditions were. My father couldn’t do anything about it…
"Wear this necklace," Gwen said, handing me a medallion-like metal object. "So everyone will see you're part of our clan. You're no longer an English lady, but a Scottish bride!"
I ran my finger over the engravings on the cold metal. A shield, a wolf symbol... So I had to be their bride and continue their lineage, did I? A tar-like rebellion rose within me. But then I remembered my father's helpless
