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e to pack some of my things. She reminded me that the Briggs family was

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

ak to my father again about it?" I asked, looking at her face with my b

bout this again. Not to worry-when you get to the city, I will call you from time to time

oing to the city. It had always been my dream to marry a handsome,

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

and not discard your home training. I know that the first year of marriage isn't easy, with you adjusting to your new home and your husband's way of life. As you know, he grew up in the city a

e shallow; when I was there, the way they gawked at me was as if they wanted to eat me raw. I

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

y bathroom and thought my mother had returned to her room, but sh

of my parents' home the following day. I would be going to a man's house whom I hadn't met before. I knew nothing about

I saw a man-a tall man. I couldn't see his face, but he was attractive and stared

t his face, I couldn't see who he was or whether he was my husband-the n

." My mother walked over to pull open the curtains, and

nd greeted her, "G

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

d out, I found that my two large boxes of clothes were already out of my room,

hion that heads would turn to stare at her twice. I think that was how she won my father's heart-wit

I prefer wearing baggy dresses to hide all my curves and shapes. When

so I made it a priority to buy loose-fitting dresses that reached

once telling me that if I wore seductive clothing, I could get the pres

rawing attention to myself; it made me feel vulnerable, as though I might be

eam and, after that, picked up the yellow dress and pu