Bel's feet hit the floors a little too loudly as she walked beside her mother who was grinning ear to ear. Bel was trying her best not to lose her temper. She was angry with her mother for what she had said to her father about her coming around but she knew if she were to voice these feelings she would say something she didn't mean. Therefore, she buried her grievances and concentrated on the dance she was about to partake in.
"He is already waiting for you in the dance room," she heard her mother say. She sounded so excited and if Bel wasn't so angry or if the headache she felt wasn't getting worse by the minute, she might have been moved by this.
"Okay," she forced herself to say.
"Don't sound so glum, it's your wedding dance. You should be excited."
Bel felt something snap within herself. After holding herself back, her dam was bursting. "Maybe if it wasn't a wedding I was forced into, I might be able to summon some excitement," she spat out.