Gabby felt a deep sting in her shoulder blade. She touched her pillow and found blood. but she had not cut herself, had she? There was no trace of anyone being there or anything like a knife on her whole bed. The she remembered the vision of sweet Miguel. He had gotten cut.... But how did that equal her getting cut? She was afraid. She was slowly but surely falling in love with a boy she didn't even know and now she was being cut by a knife that was not there in the same place as her. This was getting strange. Then she remembered, the reception was today.
"Oh my God!! It's today!" she yelled. "Why didn't father remind me? He was so excited! He should have told me!" she rushed up and called Gertrude to help her, and once she came, she a asked,"Gertrude, isn't my wedding reception in 15 minutes?"
"Yes dear, it is and your father has been waiting for you for 3 hours."she whispered. "And, sweetheart, I'd hurry if I where you." She would hurry.
"Is he mad?" she asked reluctantly.
"No honey, just Impatient. But you should really hurry."
She sqeaked from the corset's tightness and had her hair put up in a bun. Some of the Curls hung down at the sides and looked lovely. Most women where jealous of her because of her hair and it's natural curlyness. But she felt the pain of a thousand heartbreaks. Why did she have to do this? She didn't love him. She loved Miguel, with his sweet heart and gentle eyes, his education, his sweet attractiveness, his strange clothes and the shiny metals on his teeth, his odd hair and uknown time, his irresistible acsent, and his drawings. She should marry him. But it was impossible. He was in a different time.
    As she walked out of the house, there was her father, Standing inpatiently, just as Gertrude said.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting forever! We have five minutes to get there!" Her heart was pounding and it beat against her ribs as the got into the carage. She had feared this day for years. Her necklace best against her collar none. She had worn it since she was five. Her mother gave it to her for her birthday. She had fallen in love with it instanly. It had a little clock in the middle of the of a larger key with wings. It ticked inside her chest along with her heavily beating heart, she was terrified. In a week she would be Mrs.Donte' Arthur. She wanted to cry.
    When they got to the church, she got out and walked over to the door. The end to her freedom. Or the rehearsal of it...
As she opened the door and started to walk down the aisle people looked at her for being late, she felt their eyes burn invisible holes though her soul. They where uncomfoable.
    She took the rich, snobby hand of a stupid fool. They only matched because they where both fools. Together. And sooner or later she'd have to face that. Later..... Defiantly Later