Chapter 90 Marriage To The Beast (2)

• Isolde
• It was raining heavily that morning. It slammed against the stone walls of the manor, the sky a heavy gray curtain that made the afternoon look like midnight. I stood beneath the arched stone of the entrance, shivering as my skirts billowed in the strong wind.
• The maids had spent an hour trying to make me presentable, but it was a losing battle. The dress I wore was one of Alice’s old ones, a faded blue silk that was too tight in the chest and still smelled faintly of her lavender perfume.