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my things. She didn't want me to carry all my belongings, reminding me that the Briggs fa

was exhausted. She stretched, yawned, and told me, "I have to g

u speak to my father about it again?" I asked, looking at her wit

bout this again. Don't worry, when you get to the city, I will call you from time to tim

g to the city. It has always been my dream to marry a handsome

m, and I haven't seen him before. If he truly wants me, he should have bee

and not discard your home training. I know the first year of marriage isn't easy, as you adjust to your new home and your husband's way of life. As you know, he grew up in the city and no

quivalent to nymphs. I was there, and the way they gawked at me was as if they wanted to eat m

ld have told him about you. He's your husband, and you shouldn't worry much. Now come, go to bed, and get a good sleep. Yo

room and thought my mother had returned to her room, but she was still

rt of my parents' home. The next day, I would be going to the house of a man I hadn't met before, about whom I knew noth

aw a man, a tall man. I couldn't see his face, but he was tall and attractive, and h

at his face, I still couldn't see it to know if he was my husband, the

y mother walked up to the window, pulled the curtains open,

nd greeted her, "G

ll soon be here. Let me go and prepare your breakfast," my mother told me

pped back into my room, only to find that my two big boxes of clothes were already

hat heads turned to stare at her a second time. I think that was how my mother had won my father's heart,

fer wearing baggy dresses to hide all my curves and shapes. In s

I made it a priority to buy loose-fitting dresses that were m

es telling me that if I wore a seductive dress, I could get the pre

ttention, as it makes me feel vulnerable, like I would be kidnapped soon

am on my skin and then picked up the yellow dress and w