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had to endure the disapproving looks of her father as he had heard of the weekend.
    “The man took you away for the morning and you were not able to hold his attention?”
    His contempt had stung as Grace had been so unsure of what she was supposed to have done. Her mother had tried to appease him, but his dislike of his daughter had ensured that he saw only the worst in her.
    After several days, as things had once more settled down she had again sought him out, nervously standing beside his desk as she had waited for him to look up from his paperwork. With a scowl he had regarded her.
    “What is it Grace?”
    She licked her lips before once more asking him about attending University, her stomach dropping into her toes as he had fixed her with an icy look.
    “I thought I had made myself very clear. You will marry and ensure that your marriage is one that is advantageous to the business”
    Wringing her hands in both panic and fear she had moved closer “But papa…Alexos Manetas was not interested…I tried…so surely”
    Bringing his brows tight together in a severe growl he had pinned his daughter to the spot with his shrivelling glare “Alexos Manetas was a long shot for you…but there are others. Many others” an unpleasant edge coming to his voice “This time next year you will be married and out of this house”
    Grace had felt sick to her very stomach. As she had left she had sworn to behave so badly that none of her father’s options would be interested in her.
    It did not take long for the introductions to begin, the rest of that week seeing a parade of eligible men invited to their home for dinner parties, Grace growing more and more alarmed with the choice of suitable husband material, feeling dirty at the open way she was being displayed for the men to admire. Many had been at least twenty years her senior with previous relationships which had not been successful. She had found them all watching her with lustful eyes, her plan to seem so unsuitable not working as she had hoped, with the realisation that they only saw her as a body in their beds.
    When the next week she had been called to her father’s study she had been full of trepidation, knowing that there was only one reason that he would willingly have called her to see him.
    He had sat with three letters before him, a satisfied smile on his cruel lips as he had instructed her to sit.
    “You have three offers Grace” a pleased look on his face. As he had read out the names her heart had sank seeing the men in her mind, wanting to throw herself across the desk and beg him to refuse all, a shudder running through her “I…I would rather not” she had began as his hand had slammed down loudly onto the wood.
    “You will choose one Grace” the tears which had sprung to her eyes had no effect on him other than to cause him to sneer at her vulnerability.
    “Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will give me your answer” with that he had thrown the letters at her “To help you choose”
    Clutching the letters in her hand she had fled to her room, curling up on the bed as the tears had flooded down her face sobs racking her small frame. As her mother had moved into the room she had rushed over to her daughter pulling her into her arms
    “Don’t cry Grace…please don’t cry”
    Grace looked at her mother miserably. “Why does he hate me?” her voice trembling with the extreme misery filling her. The question had seemed to throw her mother who had looked away, discomfort written all over her face, before she had pulled herself together.
    “He doesn’t hate you. He only wants the best for you”
    Pushing out the letters Grace had shaken her head “This is the best for me!?” a sob once more racking her small body. “These men are brutal” a shudder running through her. Moving to the window her mother had seemed shaken, her arms hugging herself as she had looked out sightlessly.
    “Your father wants only the best for you Grace. A good marriage will give