She ran as fast as she could, wanting to escape this treacherous life she's been bestowed upon. The late evening sky gloomed over her as the farther she ran the more torn the dress became, the dirtier it got from the streets of this wretched city. Her life was on the line making this choice, she knew if she'd be caught there'd be dire consequences for her own actions.
But she didn't think about that right now and kept running, not taking a moment to look back from where she'd escaped from. Makeup covered her face, the contour of it raising her cheekbones and complimenting her sky yet glazed blue eyes. Her blonde hair mixed with a shade of brown tied up in a once neat, now messy bun as her vail was torn but still holding some of the pure white.
She had a few tears that were blurring her vision as she kept running in the heels she'd been told to wear, ones that were supposed to hold her high throughout this 'glorious' day of 'theirs'. Her thoughts were running on a train track that never ended as she ran around a sharp corner, trying to think of how to escape and get them off her trail. She'd turned the sharp corner only to knock into something as hard as a brick wall, knocking her down to her ass on the cold sidewalk on a winter day like this one.
She looked up only for her sky blue eyes to meet a darker set of eyes, almost the color of the night sky but hinting at a golden color in them. Their eyes locked for a brief moment before she was quick to stand back up and brush herself off as she deeply but frantically apologized.
"I am truly sorry, it was not my intention to bump into you like that- but if you'll please excuse me I need to go."
Her tone was laced with desperation but also a hint of fear as she looked at the man in front of her, a unique beauty he was as a set of butterflies attacked her stomach. She shook her head from her thoughts and removed her gaze from the man before trying to get past them and keep running, though she wasn't fast enough as a hand wrapped around just above her elbow and pulled her back into a hard solid chest. A soft grunt left her lips as she realized just who had grabbed her.
"How dare you run out of that hall-!? Do you not wish to be married to me, huh?"
John Bax Moore, a man that was fine looking and had ladies all over him which made his self esteem higher than his own worth was. He was rich yes, but he couldn't be a more bolder man than he already was. This man was supposed to be Layla Sone Brookes husband, until she ran out on him the day of their marriage not wanting to marry such a filthy man as she knew his true intentions, his true nature. Layla was a beautiful woman, winning many compliments wherever she stepped. She had men all over her, and just by looks many said her and Moore would be a perfect match for each other, though it's only by looks, never true compatibility. But Layla had no idea the life that would be thrown at her on just one day with one small incident.