Page 66 of Bride By Coronation

She weeps harder.

"Shh. It'll be fine," I insist, trying to convince myself as well.

She lifts her head, crying, "I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Neither of us did. We just wanted to know the truth and..."

"The truth? About my father?" I question.

She sniffles and straightens her back. "And mine."

"Yours?"

She nods. "Yes."

"Did you get it?"

"Yes."

"And what is it?"

She squeezes her eyes tight. "I can't tell you anything."

"Seriously?"

She pins her wet gaze on mine, quickly stating, "Not yet. But I will. I promise you, as soon as you're married, I will share everything with you."

Married.

My nerves flare again. I study her, then ask, "Can you tell me one thing?"

"If I'm allowed, yes," she answers.

I take a deep breath and probe, "Will he be nice to me?"

She hesitates, then replies, "I don't know him that well. But I believe so."

My insides quiver. I push, "Is he good-looking?"

She grimaces.

"Well that says it all."

She blurts out, "He's not...um...horrible."

"Well, that's reassuring," I mutter.

"I'm sorry. He has..."

"Has what?"

She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I can't say any more."

A new wave of annoyance fills me.

Zara offers, "Sorry. I wish I could tell you everything right now."

I huff. "Yeah. Me too. Especially since I have to marry this man."

Guilt flashes across her expression once again. "I really am sorry," she apologizes.

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