Today is Sunday, the day I am scheduled to wed Petrucchio. We are all here gathered outside my father's house, except for Petrucchio, that is. It has now been two hours and there is still no sign of him. It is totally disgraceful! That lying, deceiving man! How can he have the nerve to not turn up and keep me waiting, to give my hand, opposed against my heart. Without sending a word, not even a phone call, nothing! Why must he treat me in such a manner? Does Petrucchio think that he can habitually woo women only to leave them standing at the alter? I don't even want to be here in the first place. It is so unfair that women are forced to subjugate their wills to their fathers! Why, I could shred my father to pieces for forcing this wedding!

24th September

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