Mr. Jules' (Albert’s) Pov.
20 years ago, continued
I met the family of my bride. They all seem to be very conservative, even more strict than my father ever was. They threw a party in my honor and set me up to stay in a gorgeous room. The bride's name was Sara. She did look stunning. She had long blond hair and luminous blue eyes, but there was something else about her, the elegance that no one in Agora possessed. However, I could care less about her right now, though I had to try and fake that I completely adored her and could not wait to marry her. It was not hard, as her parents rarely left us alone, and all conversations seemed to be very formal. I didn't even have to hug her or touch her. Also, showing any emotions is not proper in our higher society.
I have called my father daily,
