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Clarke Griffin awoke that morning with a twinge in her gut. She dressed and meticulously arranged her golden curls with unwelcome anticipation. She greeted her mother with ever-growing dread. She forced breakfast into her turning stomach. And she went about her day with resignation hanging over her head like a cloud.
Today was the day Clarke had been dreading her entire life. The day that no amount of Finishing School classes could prepare her for. The day that was entirely and completely out of her control.
As she made her way to her rooms with her escort, she noticed the guards and servants bustling about, infinitely more frantic than usual, which could only mean one thing: he was here.
Clarke swallowed the anxiety threatening to burst from her throat and walked faster. As she reached her rooms she ran inside, thrust open the balcony doors, and hurried to the railing. Her eyes frantically searching for her mother and their...guest.
She blanched as she saw them.
So, this was Bellamy Blake. She had heard countless stories of him, all repeating the same things, "He's so handsome...so alluring, his smile could melt you...you could drown in those eyes...careful with this one, Clarke."
She had to admit he was handsome...but that didn't make her any more inclined to meet her fiancé.