First message
I waited with my parents and Bianca, my mistress, attached to my side. We stood near the large front doors, waiting for her to arrive. My “wife.” The only reason I have to marry her is for her name. Her family is very powerful apparently - and I didn’t want to deal with a brat. Bianca kissing my neck pulled me from my thoughts. I looked at her before glancing once again at my parents. Let’s get this over with already. Isn’t she late? I say, annoyed. I guess fate heard me.