Lucy looks at her father in disbelief, then at you, then back to her father.

“I don’t even get a choice?” She asks incredulously. The only daughter of a wealthy man doesn’t get much choice in life, not even when it comes to the man she’s been arranged to marry. Lucy’s fists clench into the dress she wears, trying to suppress the urge to yell out.

“Well,” she throws you a fake smile, “nice to meet you.”

Then she turns to walk away. You glance at her father before quickly following her out.