9| Rafe

"Please, walk slowly." Freya's grip on my arm tightens.

My preplexity increases when I observe sweat on her forehead and light pink tint on her whole face. She avoids my gaze and turns straight.

I do as she says and start moving forward slowly. She keeps herself close to me, holding my arm with her both hands. As much as it angers me, I still let her do it.

With her acting, she can easily fool the crowd that we are happy newly-weds. It makes me surprised, her behavior. She's acting as a married woman so sincerely that it is making me confused. I know she's hating this forced, sudden marriage as much as I am, but still she seems willing to accept it. She's not showing rebellion or getting annoyed at our grim situation.

I guess it's because it is easy for her to lie. Actually I've learned about her that she is good at lying...she loves lying.

We enter the party's venue and join the crowd. The familiar, unfamiliar faces draw a circle around us. I decorate a welcoming smile on my lips