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think about such things, that she should want a man who was kind and responsible, no matter what he looked like, but still Christy could not quell her fears that she would be repulsed by his features, that she would be forced to live with a man she couldn't abide.
    But as Christy finally caught sight of Brent Taylor, she knew she had nothing to worry about. There he stood, at the end of the platform, a few wilted daisies in his hands, and a look of curiosity on his face. She smiled at him, and he returned the smile, dipping his hat at her politely.
    Christy stared at the man striding towards her on the platform, averting her eyes shyly every time he caught them. He's to be the first man I ever kiss, but will I love him? Christy wondered, gazing at Brent’s soft lips, wondering what it would be like to press hers against them. She wondered if they would kiss at the wedding. She was still hoping for a romantic white wedding with all of the trimmings. Glancing around at the dusty town she wondered if perhaps that dream was a bit far-fetched given the setting. She certainly couldn't have asked for a more handsome groom. His tanned features only accentuated his sparkling blue eyes, and his muscular physique couldn't be hidden beneath the dusty, cowboy clothing he wore. Christy's heart fluttered as he drew near. She wondered how she would even speak to him, let alone kiss him. His eyes seemed to bore into her very soul as though he could see and understand her every thought. She shivered with a mixture of delight and nerves.

CHAPTER SIX
    Brent
    Brent was taken aback by how beautiful Christy was in person. The photo the agency had sent him right after they made the match didn’t do justice to her shining red hair, piled high in large curls on the top of her head. And they didn’t show her striking green eyes or peaches and cream complexion. Nor did the photos properly showcase her pleasing, curvaceous figure. He swallowed nervously as he dipped his hat and made his way toward her.
    Brent felt his legs shaking a little as he walked down the station's platform. When they finally reached each other Brent wanted more than anything to scoop her up into his arms and kiss her on her full, red lips, but he knew that would be far too forward given the situation. He figured he could settle for a polite peck on the cheek instead, but now that he was close enough to Christy to see the frightened look in her eyes he realized, with a sinking stomach, that even a chaste kiss on the cheek would be too much for her to take just yet.
    The smile faded from Brent’s face as he saw just how scared Christy was. Her jaw clenched and she coughed anxiously before she finally got the nerve to whisper a quiet, “Hello.”
    Brent reached out and took her hand. He felt hers shaking and wondered if even that innocent action had been too much for her.
    “Christy,” Brent said, trying to keep his voice as warm and welcoming as possible. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you. I have been looking forward to it.”
    Christy nodded. It was clear to Brent that she was having great difficulty speaking in that moment. Brent cleared his throat. “I’ve fixed somewhere for us to clean up before the ceremony. So we can look tidy.”
    Christy’s dropped her head. Look tidy. Christy wanted to look more than ‘tidy’ on her wedding day ― she wanted to wear a long, fine gown of frilly expensive lace. But instead it seemed she was going to have to make do with the clothes she was wearing. She looked down at the green dress constructed from sturdy material and reminded herself that she ought to be grateful she had clothes on her back at all.
    Brent seemed to read Christy’s mind. “I think you look awful pretty Christy.”
    Christy nodded. There was nothing to be done about it. She wouldn't be getting her dream wedding. But then again, she'd never dreamed of losing her parents at such a young age or of having an arranged marriage either, so life was