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 "Becky! Open the door, It's almost time, you don't want to be late for your big day do you?" A feminine and peppy voice floated through the thick oak wood door.    "I can't do that and I don't care, this is nothing but a forced marriage and I'm in no hurry to go through with it." The blond woman spoke from inside her spacious dressing room, to her little sister Anne, who of course was at her wits end since Rebecca was being so difficult and on today of all days. Rebecca sat in a big frumpy chair near a window that looked out over the street her once clear bright blue eyes were dull and sad, resigned to her fate.    This was  to be the we