by Indiana Wake
Emma turned around again, and her shoulders drooped. “How could you do this?”
“I did it for you,” Nancy declared. “And so did your father. Nothing in the world means as much to us as your future.”
“And what about my heart?” Emma murmured. “Do you care at all that you broke my heart by selling me to one of your rich friends?”
“No one sold you anywhere, darling,” Nancy replied.
Emma only shook her head. No more tears would come to her eyes. This was the final defeat. She might as well marry Benjamin Silks after all and kiss Jackson good-bye. She pressed her hand against her heart, and the stiff letter paper pricked her skin. Let it cut her and make her bleed. Let her blood soak through this rotten wedding dress and ruin everybody’s day. They couldn’t possibly be more disappointed than she was.
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