morriganrae
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Isabella:
SHe was sitting in her room, In the house she grew up in. There were memories here, and they ran rampant--the times she had pillow fights with her girlfriends, and the day her mother died--trying to give birth to her baby sister--who died at birth. Her father, desperate that his daughter had happiness and a man to support her--had decided to talk to a few friends and arrange for something. She heard the door open, and realized he was home. She then went downstairs to greet him, relaizing that if he had succeeded, then her freedom was at an end, and she was only eighteen.
" Father, how did it go?" She asked
he told her that he had the perfect man for her, the son of a wealthy businessman on Wall Street.
" Father I want Love not just Marriage," she said tearfully,and she knew she had lost, her father had told her again and again, she would love the man she married
SHe was sitting in her room, In the house she grew up in. There were memories here, and they ran rampant--the times she had pillow fights with her girlfriends, and the day her mother died--trying to give birth to her baby sister--who died at birth. Her father, desperate that his daughter had happiness and a man to support her--had decided to talk to a few friends and arrange for something. She heard the door open, and realized he was home. She then went downstairs to greet him, relaizing that if he had succeeded, then her freedom was at an end, and she was only eighteen.
" Father, how did it go?" She asked
he told her that he had the perfect man for her, the son of a wealthy businessman on Wall Street.
" Father I want Love not just Marriage," she said tearfully,and she knew she had lost, her father had told her again and again, she would love the man she married
