R O S A L I E
Axel had left the house early this morning for done urgent pack business. I was left alone with my family. I wasn’t looking forward to it. I had breakfast in my room, hoping to avoid them. But it was no use. My mother found me.
"Rosalie," She said, letting herself into my room without knocking. "We need to talk."
"About what?" I asked, my tone wary.
"About the wedding," She said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "About your future."
"My future is with Axel," I said, my voice firm.
"I know that," She said, waving her hand dismissively. "But you need to think about your family. About us."
"You mean about yourself," I corrected her.
Her smile tightened. "Rosalie, don't be difficult. You're about to be a queen. You have a responsibility to help your family. To lift us
