The wedding the following day was complete torture. I received no alone time and was forced to put on a smile that fooled everyone into believing I was the happiest girl in the world. Mostly noble families were invited but some brought friends, not that I would care, however, I didn't even know the nobles. Sure some faces looked familiar here and there from past balls my father had thrown but all their names have slipped my mind by now. Perhaps because of the stress of the wedding, or because I simply tend to ignore the high class, nothing personal, they're just all the same.
I had a lower class friend once that was nothing like the stubborn members of my class. Of course he never told me his name and I only knew him for a day but at least he was worth remembering. He was maybe 8 at the time and I was 14 but a friend is a friend no matter the age gap. We met for the first time when I ran away from the castle when my father had gotten angry at me and locked me in my