Luna
I stare at my reflection as nervousness rushes in my veins. Heavy makeup cakes my face, a veil falls from the front of my hair to my neck, my hair is in a loose, messy bun, stiff as if it wouldn't quiver even if a storm comes my way, the off-shoulder lacy white gown that Samuel has chosen for me hugs my torso and falls loose down my legs, fitting me so well.
My eyes are empty with helplessness, my mind fills with worry and screams for flight.
I don't know what I am doing.
I can still get away from here. I still have time to go away from the world I am born in. I still can get far away from here where nobody will know me, where I can grieve in peace for the misstep I took years ago.
But would it be worth it?
Would it be worth living like that? If I get married today, I would be
