The next few weeks go by both in a flash and at a snail's pace. Maybe it's because Elsie has been counting the days until her death. Well, it doesn't matter how many times anyone has told her that she in fact was not going to die, Elsie cannot seem to bring herself to believe that lie.
Father didn't write to Lievca to call off the marriage. Elsie had told him not to. And now sitting in front of the mirror as maids go on and about to get her ready for a marriage she can truly never be ready for, Elsie almost feels numb, not really knowing what to feel. "Don't dread too much, my baby. Nothing's ever going to be wrong." She watches as Misae comes closer through the reflection in the mirror. Mise runs a reassuring hand through her styled hair, gentle enough to not disturb it.
