John Price

When your father said you would marry Price, you took it as a joke. As the eldest of three sisters, you were obligated to marry Price, a man known for his bravery and his friendship with your father.

You didn't agree. How were you supposed to marry your father's friend? A man several years older than you, but your opinion was no longer valid; you had to marry him no matter what. On the day of the ceremony, the great church was gleaming, with a splendid altar set up. Chiara, dressed in a beautiful white gown, walked toward the altar with an expression of resignation. It wasn't the wedding of her dreams, but she knew her father had made this decision.

Price wore an elegant suit; he was at the altar waiting for you, looking at you with adoration because of how beautiful you looked. You were resigned, knowing that this union was more of a contract than an emotional bond for you.

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