Tension slowly crept up her neck the closer they drew to concluding their meal. Soon, they would be walking back to her bedroom and she would have to endure the intimacy of married life. Verity had nearly caused her palms to bleed while listening to her mother's flowery take on the subject. Even if it was a match of true love, she couldn't fathom how the act could be anything but painful. It had taken her weeks to fully recover from the first time.

After watching the dessert dishes be taken from the table, Verity turned her attention back towards him and felt her blood run cold. Already? Surely they didn't have to go so soon? But, he was already standing and awaiting her arm and what choice did she have? Verity stood as gracefully as she could and took his arm. Whatever came next, she would be brave.

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