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ChrystalisThe blonde, navy-eyed lady stepped out of the carriage, her expression tired behind her false smile. She did not wish to be there.
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Her wealth was obvious in her attire, the dark blue dress falling to her knees, probably having taken months to make. Her boots and jacket, both black, matched a hat she wore. It was the only thing she wore of her own choosing: not because she must, but because she did not want to be seen.
"Lady Christina Bellan. Welcome."
She glanced up at the man whom she was already engaged to, a man she had never met before in her life. He wore a suit, just as every man of his wealth did, his hair perfectly glued into place, or at least so it seemed. His eyes were bright, giving it away: he was looking forward to marrying her.
She gave him a slight curtsey, glancing at her mother in time to see a warning glare. Subdued, she lifted her gaze to meet Efrains'.
"I would like to be shown to my room. I must rest before dinner this evening; it's been a very long trip."