Life was pretty simple for Lilly Jameson. Most days consisted of her waking up early, finishing chores, and then having a cup of tea in the garden before retiring to bed for the night. Some days she longed for fun, adventurous and bold experiences, but that seemed so unrealistic for a girl like her. Her only destination would be to settle down, get married, and have children.
Lilly picked a flower and admired the shades of color from her garden. The blue-grey petals in-between her fingers resembled the color of her own eyes. Her long brown hair blew in the wind as the breeze picked up. She was eighteen now and would soon be married off to the man her father decided was best. Arranged marriages were common during those times, but Lilly hated the fact that she didn’t get to decide who to be
