The Gift

I knew that this wedding was unavoidable. However, if Carroll facilitated it, I would be unhappy. I stood rooted there, so Rose came over and asked, "Madam, aren't you hungry?" "Starved!" I rubbed my empty belly. After one glance at the exquisite wedding dress, I said, "Breakfast comes first." I was like a pig on the chopping board. If the butcher intended to kill me at noon, I wouldn't see the sun tomorrow. I would like to eat my fill no matter what would happen next. I sat at the dining table with my head down. The smartphone in my hand couldn't cheer me up. My imagination about my wedding with a paper doll ran wild. Would Old Madame Brown tie me up, lock me in the coffin, and bury me alive after the wedding? I had seen this plot on TV. Rose brought me a bowl of seafood porridge. After she put down the bowl, I grabbed her arm and asked, "Rose, will many people attend the wedding tonight?" "Yes, quite a lot. It is said that Old Madame Brown has invited several hundred people over." I