Renée's POV:
"Shh, I'm sure your just having cold feet." Bianca said as she rubbed my back. I hate that I can't actually tell her why I am upset. That I can't tell her that I'm being forced into this marriage, that my father sold me to the devil. I can't do anything because it would put my family in danger.
"Yea, maybe your right." I pulled away from her and wiped my face with my hands.
"Let me get you a cold wash cloth to cool your face down." She said giving me a smile before walking away.
Looking at the clock. I'm down to an hour and a half left. How in such a short time did my life turn into this. Feels like just yesterday I was in college, getting my degree and fighting with my brother. Eating my mom's pancakes and going out with friends. Now here I am, 20
