As the hot summer sun filtered through the tall window of her bedroom, it shone directly on to a monstrosity. His disheveled figure leaving a dark shadow behind him as if he were the devil.
Her palms are sweaty, knees weak and arms are heavy. Trembling like a scared puppy in the corner. Hoping from the depths of her heart and praying to god like there is no tomorrow that this man, this thing, does not choose the correct casket.
Seconds turn into minutes and minutes stretch out to be hours and her mind drifts away to another land, wandering what the future has in store for her. What if this man chooses the right casket? She's doomed.
I cannot stay with such a thing, it’s simply inhumane,” she whispers to herself in a breaking voice.
With a nudge to her side only seconds before he gives his answer, Stella’s monstrous suitor, disorientated if he were drunk, with curly, greasy, shoulder-length hair, not combed for days like a shag dog not groomed for a month, chooses the right casket. Her heart dropped to the floor like a bomb falling from the sky, only to leave destruction in its path. She now knew her life was over, this was the turning point, like every fairy-tale, the poor girl gets her prince, for her it’s for the worst.
“Me, oh me, why? Why do I have to be in the middle of a dead mans wish, I am only human, deserving enough to make my own choices and to marry one other than this, why God? WHY?” She cries out in dismay.
The room stands I shock to her words, like robots, without blinking. She looked at him and stared, his face suddenly gone small by her words, but deep inside he had a grin.
Standing on her two feet again, recovered from her state of shock, she has no say in the matter. He is her suitor, her husband to be.
The nights leading up to the wedding were endless. With every passing day, her eyes puffy and red, new grief entered her heart. The day came when Stella had to share her life and herself with a man she did not know, she did not like and further more did not choose.
After the ceremony, Stella was taken to her new home. Far from the rich city to calm, serene place in the country side. She entered her castle. A huge mansion lied before her.
For weeks she was a lump of misery. But soon her heart began to change. Slowly her monstrous husband shredded of the layers only to reveal what lies beneath. She felt ashamed about herself, how could she make such accusations against a man of such character. Her heart took over her mind and the bond between them grew like the tendrils of a grape vine.
Never in her life was she ever spoken to with such respect and honour. He honoured as royalty and treated her as his treasure. Her happiness was his. His tongue, the words he spoke so gently and kind were sweeter than sugar and honey. She asked him one day, “Why did you appear to be such a vile man?” he replied, “my love, I wanted to see what kind of man your heart searched for, I was not sure, if I came well dressed you would have not moaned, and I would have not known if I was the one or not.”
By his words her heart set free like a butterfly. Her handsome prince, cleaned up and in his original deep voice, was the only thing she needed to survive. He was her everything.
She learnt her lesson. Outward appearance means nothing to what you may find inside. She thought to herself, “I guess this was my turning point, something more than a fairytale, this is reality,”
