PART ONE: THE BEGINNING OF THE END
She did not need to go looking out for him. She could already imagine where he was and clearly imagined who he was doing, and that enraged her beyond measurable expense. She tried to keep calm, and she forced herself to sleep before being on verge of tears and having to remind herself exactly why she should have never thought anything pleasant of him to begin with.
The morning was going to be different for her. She knew that they were going to have the binding ceremony the very next day after the ceiling ceremony, even though she had not prepared herself. She knew that she was going to have to go through it and possibly get through some humiliation like she went through with a ceiling ceremony. As morning came, she was woken up. By Opia's soft, gentle
