Bernice Brreflyd ¿could anyone be more hateful than her? perfect long curls, those blue eyes that reminded you of a clear sky; She had not changed since the last time I had seen her at the royal academy for young ladies, always so orderly, so strict, so grey. In the three years that we studied together, I never saw her go out with a boy, despite being the most beautiful in the academy. Me, a free spirit, a storm trapped in a body of flesh and blood, forced to spend the rest of my life with Miss Perfect! My father had not even objected when Bernice's father proposed marriage to unite our families; His father came from a long lineage of counts and countesses, while my family was full of dukes, it was the most promising decision... for my family. The raindrops crashed on the window, unshowered, suicidal... beautiful. It had been a month since our wedding had taken place and yet nothing had changed; I had gone from living with my parents to living in the mansion that her father had inherited to her. The room had high ceilings, with beautiful paintings on the ceiling and chandeliers with precious stones, in the fireplace the fire clicked its fathoms, emitting a melody that I could not understand. While I was lying down, Bernice was working silently on the couch in front of mine, she didn't even look at me, seemed to be absorbed in that pile of papers. When I was about to say a comment she spoke, and with that dominant and cold voice she said: "I'm solving important problems, it would be helpful if you kept your comments inside your mouth".