The Mail Order Bride's Deception
“Releasing her breath, she finished brushing her hair then pulled it back into a bun. After pinning the bun in place, she gathered her hat and slipped it over her head. She took a step back and inspected her reflection in the mirror. She looked very much like a lady, someone proper and decent, someone who would be a good match for a gentleman like Al. But when she lifted her gaze to her face, the reality of who she was struck her hard. Whore. That was exactly the type of lady she’d been. This dress, the taking of Hazel’s name, this matter of being a wife... It didn’t change anything about her past. About who she truly was.
“I don’t belong here,” she whispered then sat on the bed before her knees gave out.
She quickly brushed her tears away, silently demanding they stop. She hated crying. It seemed that most of her life, that’s all she’d done. And she was tired of it. All she wanted was to be happy.
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