Rachel
I sat on the edge of the small bed in my cold room, still wearing my wedding dress. The fabric felt heavy now, like chains around my body. I had taken off the flowers from my hair, but I could not bring myself to change clothes yet. Everything felt unreal. This was my wedding night, but there was no joy. Only fear.
The room was quiet. Too quiet. I looked around at the plain walls and the single window. This was where I would sleep from now on. Far away from Kylian. Far away from everything I knew.
My phone rang suddenly, making me jump. It was my father. I answered with shaking hands.
“Rachel,” he said right away. His voice was firm, like he was giving pack orders. “Have you arrived safely?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good. Now listen carefully. The marriage must be consummated tonight.
