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The day it happened for her was a complete blur.
She wasn’t focused on the other marriages, she was just waiting for her own.
Hoping.
Praying that the five families wouldn’t stick her with someone like Kol Mikaelson.
She didn’t want much.
Didn’t need much.
All she needed was a man who would be able to give her a white picket fence.
All she needed was a family man.
Preferably a faithful one, but that was not a requirement.
She ignored the announcement of Davina Claire and Kol Mikaelson. She only noted that Kol was off the table, and maybe felt a sharp pang of pity for the barely legal girl who was about to be married to the worst of the Mikaelson brothers.
She hoped, if she had to be married to a Mikaelson, that it would be the responsible big brother and current patriarch, Elijah. However he wasn’t her first choice. No, that honour belonged to Tyler Lockwood.
The man she had known since she was a child, the man she had been matched to since then. It may have been an arranged match, but she knew what to expect of him and he, of her. He knew what she wanted and was more than willing to supply it, as he wanted much the same thing. She even believed she could grow to love him one day.
The next thing she knows they have announced her pairing. The universe must have heard her plea, because she got exactly what she thought, no, knew she needed.
She blanked through the other engagements, barely noting the fact that her brother Stefan ended up engaged to that English tart Rebekah, and not caring enough to pay attention to the fact that she would soon be in a family with Hayley Marshall, the girl who kissed her boyfriend in 7th grade.
She was dazed as she sat in the car already thinking about flower arrangements and the like.
Yet she couldn’t bring herself to smile, no matter how much she thinks she should be happy.
She just wasn’t.