Inkwell and Paper



Denise handed Amanda her bridal bouquet. “Now you go down there and marry Jonas.”

“I don’t want to Denise. Don’t’ make me.”

“You don’t feel right?” Denise stood straight in front of her baby sister. “You need to quit your constant complaining, as though you are a little child. Remember the future of the family depends on this marriage.”

Amanda stood in the open doorway.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” she said. “But, whatever happens will be on your head.”

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