*Anna*

“I can’t remember the last time we went to the theater”. I say as the car smoothly moves through the streets, carrying me and Kyle toward our destination. Since our betrothal, his visits had been rare, which has only served to cause me to question my wisdom in consenting so quickly.

Not that I could have imagined myself saying no, but perhaps if I had paused a bit longer, if I had forced him to work a little more diligently for my agreement, he would be paying me more attention.

Sitting beside me, decked out in his finery, his top hat and cane resting in his lap, he clears...