“Please, Florence. I just want to have a glimpse of Lincoln, that’s all. No touching and talking,” I continued to plead, raising my hand in the air to swear a promise. “Just a glimpse of him is enough for me. Even just for a second for my ease and then we will get back here...”
“I’m afraid we cannot do that, Anya. That was the pre-wedding rule, a tradition that a woman and man should abide by before getting married for the stability and longevity of one's union. Besides, you will have Lincoln for yourself at the wedding and the honeymoon. You must endure.”
Florence's response made me frown and crossed my arms in disaccord secretly. I have been pleading for an hour now and it seems that Florence wasn't wavering from my desire.
While I was fiddling my hands on my thighs, thinking of how I
