Told in Jackson Square

I will throw myself in the Mississippi if I have to marry him.  Either way I’ll die, but at least at the bottom of the river I won’t be sad.  This horrible white dress would drag me down.  I’m sure of it.

Don’t make me go in that church!

“Ave Maria” –  I don’t think so.  God is not looking after me either.

I know.  I’ll bide my time and make sure it’s him ends up at the bottom of the river.

“I do.”