So what have we got?

You open the folder to see a blond girl posing with a peace sign and a cheerful grin as though she isn’t using this image for one of the most important decisions in her life. No makeup you can see and dressed in a loose sweater and jeans. Her blonde hair is a bit longer than a pixie cut and she seems happy and the type to let loose when she can. If anything she looks almost like the cute girl you might find hanging around with her friends at the mall. Her body isn’t super curvy and while similar in body type to Accalia her body is definitely less pronounced. You and Accalia both kept in shape through ‘vigorous meeting’ and a fairly athletic workouts, but Cami seemed… slender.

In a way though, this excites you.

Not in a sexual way, but of her attitude.

From your admittedly decent amount of parties attended at your parents house — though attended may have been a generous term given that you skulked around the edges when you could — you had seen enough of the rich and raised to see young, prim, and proper princess with no emotion. When you talked to them, they were stiff and responded formally at any question, they never met your eyes with anything other than a blank indifference. All of the girls’ hair had been painstakingly styled and made them look like royalty or rich brats, never once letting their hair down metaphorically or emotionally. Back then, it had scared you to see kids like this given you usually played with Accalia, Adolpha, or Fang and things had been much more open and free.

You hadn’t seen or been aware the conditioning that was deemed normal.

Still, it’s entirely possible that she wasn’t like this at all and this photo was taken solely for your benefit, since your parents seemed to think your love for Accalia came from something as asinine as being energetic and cheerful. Still, being cautiously optimistic wasn’t a bad thing, and if this was the first choice, you supposed things couldn’t be too bad. Besides, you knew that Accalia was waiting at the end of the road after you picked someone, and that was all you needed. But your first wife had to at least get along with you, you didn’t want to abandon the mother to any of your children.

Honestly, she seems like a decent fit for a partner if not a lover. She values family greatly judging by a multitude of her photos show her with her mother and father just playing board games and interacting with each other. It kind of hurts when you realize this is what your mom and dad could and should have been, and how that jealousy could affect the relationship; you don’t intend to show anything about it, but you hope she doesn’t pick up on it. She intends to be an equal partner in any relationship, and that is a bit of a problem given what Accalia’s relationship with you is. She wants to be a mother intently, wanting to have a chance to pass on the values she feels strongly about. It’s not perfect — you already have perfect — still, you can see yourself marrying this girl and at least liking this girl and maybe even loving her one day.

You are about to reread the notes when you notice Accalia busy herself with cutting up Adolpha’s papers with scissors, a gleeful smile on her face. You cant even move your gaze as she picks up a marker and begins scrawling hurtful comments and insults on the folder, before you notice she has gloves on.

“What’s with the gloves?” You inquired.

“I was just thinking you could place your hands on it and I slide it under her house’s door, a clear message about how you feel.” She said happily as she slides the cut up papers back in the folder, leaving it somewhat lumpy and uneven, “If she does fingerprints, it’ll only be yours.”

You remind yourself never to incur Accalia’s wrath when you tie the knot with her, she is diabolical in her plans to hurt people.

Hell, don’t incur her wrath at any time.

Either way, you move to the next file.