I pull myself into the carriage of mine. It was like a little bud, with a child blooming inside it. I place myself onto the curtains. I move my hand over my arm. I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready to travel an entire week or more. What is father doing over there? What can I do? I have to do my duty. Even if it's terrifying.

"Are you ready to go my daughter?" Father pulls the curtain window open.

"I don't want to go." I say.

"You're almost twenty-one. This would be good for you." Father puts his hand on my arm.

"Okay, I'll try to be brave." I nod.

"That's my girl." He pulls the curtain down.

I let out a breath and tighten my hair tie. My charm lands on my hand. I know. I have to do this. I have to. I will. It is my duty. She doesn't bite. She's not an evil stepmother of any kind but she is... older than him. Her age is starting to show in her mind and will. She is forgetful and has a hard time of getting around. However, if she 

"Are we ready to go miss?" The driver Shange asks.

"Let's go." I tell the driver.

I look back and my house and I see him waving goodbye. I nod. He believes in me... so I should believe in myself. 

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