She weighed the gold in her palm, and even the large black mole at the corner of her mouth twitched as she smiled.
In less than two days, the matchmaker brought back good news.
On the day of Elyse's wedding, the entire Frederick household was decorated with lights and festivity. The celebration was grand.
My father could not stop smiling. After all, the Archer family was a royal merchant household, far beyond the reach of our family, even though the Frederick family owned the best medical clinic in Bulfa.
Who would have thought that in less than two years, my sister would fall into the water and drown?
And Draven, the one the matchmaker said was dying, was still very much alive.
Giving up one daughter was not enough for the Frederick family. My father was not about to let go of the wealth he had gained so easily.
So, he set his sights on me. Less than a month after my sister's mourning period had ended, he sent me into the Archer household as a second wife for the supposedly short-lived eldest son.
The Frederick family had more than just two daughters. I was the youngest, the fifth daughter, and beside me, there was my third sister, Bianca Frederick.