My Foreign Affair

Chapter 1: The Fiancé

I woke up to the sound of birds singing and the sight of bright sunlight through my cracked window. The air smelled of sausage and eggs. It took me a minute to realize why I was smelling this sense we normally never make breakfast. Oh yea, I thought. It's my birthday.
For a minute I was excited. I jumped out of bed a started rummaging through my closet for a nice outfit. It was then that I remembered it was also a not so awesome day.
I slowed down, but still continued my rummaging. I just wasn't ready for what they were putting me through, but I had to. I would rather wear a baggy shirt and ripped jeans to this event, but I knew that it was rude and mandatory that I dress formal.
I threw on my off-white dress with yellow crystals around the neck and white trim down the middle. I chose my yellow caramel brown slides instead of heels, it was the least formal I would dare get. I choose my yellow head scarf as an accessory. Then I went downstairs with a forced smile.
"Happy Birthday, Diana!" they all yelled.
"Aw thanks , you guys. You didn't have to make breakfast for me."
"Of course we did." Joseph implied. "In case you forgot, it is your nineteenth birthday, baby sis. Not only do you get to leave the house to get your own, but you get your very own husband! Isn't that exciting?"
"Yes, today is a very special day." My father jumped in with a tone of excitement and seriousness in it. "Today you will present yourself in front of your future fiancé's family. Wooh, that was a tongue twister!" Everyone laughed. "But we can get to the seriousness of this later. Right now let's enjoy the meal your mother prepared for this occasion."
We all ate our breakfast, but I ate mine slowest of all. I was happy to have all my family in the same house, sharing jokes and stories over breakfast on my birthday.
But no matter how hard I thought of that, I couldn't get the fact that a part of my freedom would be taken from me at such a young age. I didn't like living in America where almost everyone is normal and you're some of the very few outcasts. It was just too much to handle. For me anyway.
After we all finished we headed out of the door into our cars. I didn't have a car yet since I still live with my parents. We only used two cars because we didn't want to waste gas.
It nearly took 2 hours to get to our destinatuon, but I was glad the ride was over. Father, Mother, Khatrina and I stepped out of our mini van, while Joseph, Khole, the twins Vanessa and Julianaa got out of Joseph's Mustang. Why hadn't I got in that car, I thought. I really did wish I had.
We were parked in front of what looked like a 3 story house from the outside. It was built out of new red bricks all around except for the door. The door was, of course, made of wood, but it had a porch with a fancy roof on top that was made from white wood held up by cement poles with little vine decorations twirling down it. The house intimidated me just a little.
We all walked awkwardly towards the door, since none of us new exactly what to expect.The door modeled a sign that read 'Please wipe off shoes before entering'. I automatically thought these people must be clean freaks, but we wiped our feet anyway.
Father rung the doorbell and almost immediately the door creaked open. There stood a pale man in a gray church suit. He had a mustache quite similar to the monopoly man's but it was so gray it looked like lint piled up in his face. His face was wrinkled probably from the mess that the family leaves around and the frustration of cleaning continuously day after day, night after night.
He politely shook every man's and kissed every woman's hand, everyone trading names, until he got to me. When I stepped up to the butler, I tried to tell him my name, but he told me that he knew who I was. He took a step back, crossed his ankles, and bowed to me. This isn't something that happens everyday, so I had no idea what to do. So I just waited until he came back up.
"Welcome, Guhocksvi family," the butler greeted. "The Sanch family will be right down. Meanwhile, you could wait in the living room. I will be finishing up my work in the library."
My family walked into the living room and took their seats. But I ran after the butler.
"Um, mister butler guy," I called.
"Yes, Miss Diana?" he replied.
"Do you know who it is I will be marrying?"
"I am sure he will be down in just a few minutes, Miss Diana. Either way, it is my place to tell you of your future husband before you have met him."
"Yes, I know. But I was wondering if you could just give me a little information. Anything deathly important that might not slip up until it's too late. Is he rude, dangerous, dirty, frightening? Just anything."
He raised one eyebrow at my curiosity. "Well, I guess I could tell you this." I couldn't help but smile when he said this. "He fails to please any woman."
I looked at him, confused. I thought about what he might have been saying to me, but I turned down that thought, thinking he'd never say something like that to me, would he?
He must've sensed my confusion, or saw it on my face because he adjusted his posture and started again.
"You see, Mister Dylan has a few short achievements in life, therefore, failing him to satisfy his lady friends."
"Can you just tell me directly, PLEASE!!??"
"Miss Diana! He has a short p..." the old butler was interrupted by the hooting in the other room. "I must go attend to the ruckus." And off he went.
I didn't move an incme,from my stance. I was thinking over and over about what he might've said if there hadn't been a disruption in the living room. But eventually, the laughs broke my train of thought and were followed by the constant calling of my name.
"Jesus, Diana . Where could you have gone in five minutes?" Mother said.
"I'm in the library, Mother. Just scanning their books," I lied.
She popped her head around the corner with a frown on her face. "What in earth are you doing in here?" she nearly yelled. When a butler politely asks you to stay in a certain room, you do just that, do you hear me, young lady?"