(Completed) It was a dream that kept repeating. She dreamed she woke in an ancient room, where maids dressed her in a wedding gown. She followed a grand wedding procession through the streets. At the crossroads, the groom’s party was waiting. The groom’s hand was pale and cold as he took hers and led her step by step toward the great mansion at the end of the street.
That night, the sky was pitch-black and the moonlight cold. The crossroads were silent, save for the wind howling and the paper money bearing red wedding characters that it sent swirling through the streets...
She never imagined that one day the scene from her dream would come true, and that she would find herself in such a position.
