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The year is 1820 and you were in a shop fitting different dresses for your upcoming wedding.

" Oh, that one is absolutely stunning, daughter!," Your mother praised you, as you came out of the fitting room with the fifth dress you've tried so far. This one catching the eye from everyone that came along to help you find the perfect attire.

Your soon-to-be husband family was there too, smiles plastered on their faces.

" That's the one, indeed," Your mother in law agreed. " My son will be astonished when he sees you!"

You smiled at them, giving yourself a little twirl so they could take a better view.

" Definitely that one," Your sister approved.

" Anya, dear, what are you doing down there? Can you come over? Your sister in law has chosen the dress, and it's beautiful!," Anya's mother called her over.

Anya was away from the gather, her fingers grazing some artificial leaves the store had as decoration. She was pondering, thinking-how bizarre it was that you were going to be marrying her brother.

If that night didn't happened, she could have care less. But it did occurred, and she couldn't stop thinking about it.

After you two ran paths when filling some water at a well not too long ago, you and Anya stroke a conversation.

A conversation that led to having sexual interaction. With the buckets of water left by the basin, Anya took you down to the woods.

There, the rest was history.

The past.

But now, you were marrying her brother. The past was coming back to her, being the only thing that lingered around her mind.

You in the other hand, when you found out Anya was your fiancé's sister, you were surprised. The two of you shared appalled looks, as your beau introduced you to her.

If only he knew, you two already recognized each other.

Now, seeing Anya disconnect from the group was understandable. You both knew how inconvenient this all was.

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