𓍯𓂃 By CaradeLuna 𓇢𓆸
“I’m not marrying that guy!”
“…I’m a girl, though.”
I was seven years old when I got engaged to my father’s friend’s son.
The boy, only five at the time, screamed like the world was ending and hid behind his mother, insisting—
“I’m going to marry Sophie, not him!”
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Edmund never loved me.
“Even if we get married, I’m living my life. You live yours.”
He said that when we were thirteen.
“I think I wouldn’t care even if you died.”
At sixteen, he still hadn’t changed.
“I’m not thinking about marriage right now.”
By twenty—the age we were supposed to marry as promised—he gave the same cold answer, asking for more time with an excuse that he wasn’t ready yet.
Honestly, I thought it was a relief.
I didn’t want to marry him anyway. So wasn’t this for the best?
But not long after…
My father introduced me to a new fiancé.
It was… despair.
But that despair?
Compared to the look on Edmund’s face when he heard the news and came storming over—
It was practically hope.
Gosh I knew it would be Albert. As horrible as Edmund was to Rose, it really is unfair that the engagement was broken unilaterally. And what is George thinking to engage her to someone else just days after her first engagement ended? He’s too impatient! This is so ridiculous and selfish.
I won’t agree to this because… If we think about the age or era this novel is written in.. It is completely understandable for her parents to look for matches because she’s of marriage able age and she might not get a match what with her 15 year long past relationship history.. The village folks clearly showcase that… As for Albert I didn’t see it coming at all… I really wanted it to be Noel:)
As for Edmund not getting a say.. When did they get a say before – not in engagement and obviously not in breaking it too… And his whole life actions toward Rose contributed to it… No one is blind after all… He openly shunned her every possible moment