I knew that this wedding was unavoidable.
However, if Carroll facilitated it, I would be unhappy.
I stood rooted there, so Rose came over and asked, "Madam, aren't you hungry?"
"Starved!" I rubbed my empty belly. After one glance at the exquisite wedding dress, I said, "Breakfast comes first."
I was like a pig on the chopping board. If the butcher intended to kill me at noon, I wouldn't see the sun tomorrow.
I would like to eat my fill no matter what would happen next.
I sat at the dining table with my head down. The smartphone in my hand couldn't cheer me up.
My imagination about my wedding with a paper doll ran wild.
Would Old Madame Brown tie me up, lock me in the coffin, and bury me alive after the wedding?
I had seen this plot on TV.
Rose brought me a b
