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RE The Business Deal Her head sprang up at his words, they hurt and he didnt know how far shed come. Watching him she could see him crumpling, just like her. Polar opposites were right. She took his hand and allowed him to guide her, but not before giving a curtsey of respect to each of the adults. Under anothers roof she knew how to act. Unsure of everything she wondered if she would be allowed to live in her loft still or if she would need to live with this man, the one guiding her slowly to her room as though it were a guillotine waiting to behead them both. Much like theyd walk to the aisle the next day. Her hand burned in his, she could have jerked from his grasp but she needed that bit of human contact, for now. An ache built up in her chest, she knew shed cry herself to sleep at least she could go home when it was done. If only to pack her things and nothing else. Stepping in to the room she reluctantly released his hand from her grasp. Thank you for showing me to my room. Her eyes found the dress bag at the same time he did, the white bag revealing nothing, but holding a great weight. Shoes and jewelry as well as various other accessories perched at the floor like gifts under a tree for Christmas. She nodded at his words and followed him to the door. I dont want to share my life with you, let alone my bed but I see no way out of it Donovan, but you are right we can save it for a discussion after the wedding. When he left she opened the door wide and stepped out, her voice was even though hed lit a fire with his words in the dining room, Hey, so what if Im an artist, what does that mean, I take offense to that. Im a good person. How would you like it if I stated what you are, a playboy, a manwhore , a disgusting man that flings his money around just to watch how people react. Im conservative, free spirited and genuine, what does that make you? She didnt expect an answer she only wanted to make it know she wasnt his doormat. Slamming the door she spun the lock, sliding down to the floor she sobbed. Her life was fading away, bleeding like watercolors on a sheet of paper in the rain. Stripping her dress and jeans from her body she stepped under the hot water, the makeup and other products that enhanced her washed away and slowly down the drain with the soap, whirling and swirling before fading away into nothingness. Her emotions were on high and she couldnt stop the sadness she felt inside. At least if she were marrying a decent man, a gentle man she could see possibly being happy and excited for the wedding. But Donovan didnt seem decent or gentle, he was a man and that was that. spinning the knobs she turned off the water. Toweling off she sighed and picked up her clothes. After winding the towel around her naked form she walked slowly to her room. Shaking her head she moved into her room once more and dropped the towel. Flipping the lights she slid under the sheets and relaxed. Sleep came quicker than she expected. Standing in the room she gazed at herself in the mirror, the cathedral was quiet and she was in a thoughtful mood. The dress was as classic and beautiful as it was timeless, and fit her well. Paired with a bouquet of red roses, she now had clenched in her hand. The simplicity of her dirty blonde locks astounded even her her mother knew her best and stuck with what she would have wanted. The thin veil was edged in lace and was pulled over her face at the moment, hidden away so her father could reveal it. She pondered in her heart whether or not she could truly be happy with the man her father had chosen. Silently she clasped her fathers hand and nodded when he asked if she were ready. Truly she wasnt, but there was no use in fighting it. What shocked her most was the sheer amount of people that had shown up to see them wedded. When the doors opened revealing the bride to her bridegroom, row upon row upon row was filled. Over the crowd she couldnt even see her betrothed, though his red locks should have made it easier. Gliding down the aisle on her fathers arm she took breath after deep breath and made it to the end. Keeping her eyes off of Donovan for the moment she waited until her father lifted her veil. Even she had to admit that he looked excellent in a tuxedo, had she met him at a charity function shed of slipped him her card. That is, until he opened his mouth to spew his thoughts or even just talk. Smiling up at him her blue eyes locked on his golden as her hand was lain into his as she joined him at the altar. Blushing she moved her eyes to the minister and the ceremony began.