Joyce’s POV

It was the day we welcomed the guests and the ceremony of choosing was in two days.

I didn't want it to come. I never wanted any of it.

I just wanted to be a simple and normal girl who worked in a restaurant as a chef. With an apartment in New York and a simple car with a decent pay-check.

Instead , I had a ceremony where I had to choose the man worthy enough to have me as his wife. Again.

It was all too insane, and I didn't want it.

As the first carriage—with ...