There comes a time in every girl's life when she must wed to better herself," a stern older man started.
"Father?" Ayla said, startled out of her embroidery. She looked up at him as if he was crazy.
"Ayla, you are seventeen. Most girls your age are married with two children. I have found you a husband, therefore you will have your own family. Just like you always wanted."
"Not like this. What if we completely hate each other? What kind of life is that for a child? Also, those other girls are on their way to old faster than the spinsters." She was adamant about this. Arranged marriages were horrible.
"Darling, this is what your mother would have wanted. She would have wanted you happy."
"How can you know? How can anybody know the thoughts, the heart of a woman long gone?" she was close to tears. The dream was still fresh in her mind, of that last day.
"Because, she arranged this for you herself, the day she dissappeared. I would not ask this of you if i didn't completly agree with her."
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