“Do you, Leora Hayat Crawford take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The itching over my ribs grows. Damn this corset, as if having half my tits out wasn’t enough, now I feel like I’m breaking into hives. “No.” I whisper in absolute horror and panic. I hear the gasps, my father’s posh aunts are gripping their pearls but who cares about them? I don’t. All they do is look down upon my sweet angelic mother.