OPAL

I'm storming through the parlor, anger clouding my mind, when I halt suddenly, realizing where I am.

Is this the house I'll be living in? I have so little information about this whole affair—it's pitiful, really.All of this impacts me and yet, I don't know a thing about where I'll be leaving. Hell, I hadn't even seen the face of the man I would marry.

If I had, last night would never have happened.

I place my hands on either side of my face as another wave of dread crashes into me. ...