** Please a coffee to have energy for faster releases **

I don’t understand what is happening. My mind is a mess. But anyway, permission to enter the castle was given.

My dad is in a good mood and goes through the garden triumphantly. I was talking to the maid in front of me.

“Well, I’m relieved all went well. I’m not too angry. My daughter got a little dirty, is this how you treat your future madam? ”

I was sent in place of my dead sister. My father thought of this plan, as a way to not lose the support from the Granado family.

Despite riding a carriage, it was four days of travel.

At the gates of the Granado family, my father shouts for the guards to open the door but the Master of the house and my soon to be husband is not present, and we’re denied entry.

That day, the hard training of a bride began. Anastasia was so busy that she couldn’t take a breath and was being beaten by teachers to learn poetry, singing, dancing and to play instruments.

She was strictly prohibited from going out because she couldn’t be injured. She was even forbidden to meet her six-year-old brother.

My school is not intended for aristocratic children. Moreover, it’s usual for aristocrats to hire female tutors for their daughters. My family doesn’t have the money, and I’m ugly, so there was no need. I never went out into the social world.

I was told I can be useful with knowledge, rather than socializing and learning the aristocrat culture and manners.

Anastasia was 20 years old when the marriage was decided. Our family consisted of only me, our younger brother and her.

Our father is a poor baron that still somehow maintains the appearance of nobility.

That day, was my 18^th birthday… A big party was held in our house.

Gourmet food and wine. Gentlemen dressed with formal attires… The host is a poor baron family but a great number of people gathered for the party.

But even if that day was my birthday, I was not the host. My sister Anastasia was the host and main person of the night. The party held was for my sister.

I’m my sister’s substitute bride.

My sister’s fiancée is Earl Cyrus Granado. I hear he’s 24 years old, six years older than me.

My sister Anastasia was beautiful. My family is poor, but all the country’s nobles and rich merchants lined up to court her.