Azariah had headed straight home, she was still fuming.  This entire situation was beyond messed up.  Her parents had both died a couple years ago, and she knew her fortune was in a trust, but she had been under the impression she would have access to it when she turned 21.  She was mistaken, it turned out there were conditions to her trust.  The first being that until the trust was signed over and under her control, she would be on a severely restricted income, and allowed to live in the family home, but the only way to get her trust under her complete control would be to marry, and the sooner the better.  Right now everything was being managed for her, and she had very little in the way of say in her own life.   

She had flopped down on her sofa and tried to relax when she got home, but it was no use.  She checked her phone obsessively looking for a reply to her e-mail.  She had forgotten all about time differences, and how things worked being across the world from each other.  She finally got a response and sighed as she read. 

To:Adrian
From:Azariah
Subject: re: Is This For Real?

Adrian, 
All I know is that my parents decided that I can't have my trust fund until I am married, so apparently someone got the brilliant idea to buy me a husband.  Apparently, you are the one."  She wrote.  "So um... any ideas, on what the hell we should do about this? Because I'm pretty sure arranged marriages went out with the Tudors."  

She sent the email and got up.  She headed to her room.  She was going to have a big glass of wine and a very very hot bath.