Nick Morton
"An arranged marriage," The word flowed out of the mouth like a boulder. It took me a minute to gather myself around the idea of her family forcing her into marrying someone she barely knows. What is this, the Middle Ages?
"What?" It was the only thing I could muster. I needed to get my head around the idea of her being forced into something so cruel.
"My father, he is a man set in his ways, and he called me today. He struck a deal with a oil sheik, and part of the deal is me, marrying his son..." she paused and I took a step back, hoping this was just a twisted joke, but her demeanor was so sad and serious that there was no way in hell she had been joking about it.
"And? Are you going through with it?" I asked, and she bit her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes,
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