So what if you were engaged to be married? It isn’t like you held a morsel for the egotistical brute you meant to tie the knot with. Not an inch of you could find peace of mind for him. This marriage was the pivotal to taking revenge on that bastard uncle of his that ruined both yours, and your brother's life.

In regards to not marrying for affection, you decided it would be unfair to sequester yourself from any fun. Now if your posh family ever learned you were spending your time in a specific club for the engagement you required, you may get some certain looks. But that could not bother any bone you possess, it’s the reliever for you. The only way to ever feel something.

The anticipation of confidentiality excited you, you could be who you wanted to without the feel of judgemental eyes. Truly possessing any hankering you decided. Butterflies twirl through your stomach as you sit there on the floor with a blindfold wrapped tightly around your eyes, engaging you to the dear acquaintance of darkness.

Feeling your senses heighten as the door suddenly opens and shuts in a brief manner. Fighting the urge to sink your bottom lip between your teeth in nervousness. Tortuous slow steps towards you. The warmth of his presence sends a haze for you to be engulfed, as the strong smell of cologne of and dignity clouded you as you sat there like a doll.

“Quite a sight Ma Belle.” That voice..that nickname. It sends a drought towards you and makes you consider the option of running out of the room. Who would have guessed your fiance would have chased you down here?