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Prologue

Rosemarie Mazur

What would you do in a situation of being handed off to a random person? Would you throw a fit, scream, yell, throw a tantrum? Or would you go along with it quietly and stay in a state of shock. I can honestly say that I threw a tantrum, just as a five year old child would if they couldn't have their toy. A couple house decorations might have broken in the midst of everything as well. But can you blame me? I was being married off to one of the most prestigious men in Russia. I didn't even get a say in the matter either.

My name is Rosemarie Mazur, a girl of Russia, of Turkish and Scottish heritage, and my parents just announced to me that I was to marry a man named Dimitri Belikov. At this point in time I never even would have thought that Arranged marriages still existed, but I mean what did I know? Apparently they did.

So now, bringing me to what I was doing to cope, I am currently laying on my back staring at my ceiling not quite sure of life. I am only nineteen for gods sake! I haven't even lived life yet. I mean I know I slacked off in school and Im not really doing anything now but it didn't mean I wanted to become a charm on a guys arm. I wanted to travel, to see the world. Ive only ever seen my parents' home lands, because my father Abe Mazur – thought that it would be good to see where I come from.

Taking a deep breath, I lolled my head to read the clock. They dropped the bomb on me at dinner time, so sleeping now wouldn't be too bad, plus I was exhausted there was no way my door was unlocking and even changing my clothes wasn't that important. Reaching the covers, turning my light off, I rolled into my blankets, dreading the coming day. Because tomorrow I would meet Dimitri Belikov – My future husband.

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