Genevieve 
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 I stare into the mirror, but the person I see is not who I used to be. Her eyes hold such sadness and her beauty is marred because of this sadness. I don't know her anymore. Shes the kind of person that allows others to tell her what to do. I never prepared myself to have to marry a stranger...but she has accepted this fact. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be [i]me[/i] again. Is it even a possibility?

A knock at my door makes me stumble out of my daydream. My eyes refocus on the image in front of me as I yell, "Come in!" To whomever stands waiting at the door. She is likely my lady in waiting Lily. My intuition is correct as she walks into the room. I smile softy at her, "How has your morning been?" She replies with a simple good and sets to work on my long dark curls. I sit there and endure the discomfort of someone else doing my hair and makeup for me. It makes me feel so useless. 

After my makeup is perfect and not a strand on my head is out of place she ushers me into my dressing room. It is here that I am to pick out the dress I will wear in order to meet my betrothed. I could care less, but my father would likely be very angry if I were to not look my best. So I pick my favorite blue gown. It's corset may make me unable to breath, but the [url=http://specialeventrentals.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/medieval-wedding-dress.jpg]dress[/url] is beautiful. "I wonder if its too...fancy Lily. It looks more like I'm going to ball then meeting some Prince." She simply assures me that it is simply perfect. 

I am then ushered to one final stop: The downstairs meeting room. I descend the stairs to where my father is calmly standing. I curtsy and then turn towards the door. His booming voice fills the room, "This is my Daughter. Princess Genevieve." I smile weakly at the people standing in front of me. I am unsure of what I am supposed to say so I just keep my mouth shut and curtsy once more towards the visitors.