she dressed herself in a white silk dress and put a gold necklace around her slim neck. today was the first time they would see her after she was completely embarrassed last year.
one year. three-hundred and sixty-five days. yet she still has nightmares from that day. everyone saw her, yasmeena mian, in the most vulnerable state a young girl could possibly be. a foolish young girl who brought shame to the mian family.
she stared at herself in the vanity, though she agreed that she is a gorgeous girl, her long black hair swung effortlessly at her hips and her plump lips which made her smile the prettiest, she cannot bring herself to love her body. every touch she is reminded of last year. last year. the year everything went to hell. she felt like a whore. she did not want to associate herself with her body, and she felt so fucking bad that her dad had to deal with the shame.
'your dad is calling'
'ok coming'
yasmeena does the final retouches to her makeup and grabs her handbag and walks down to the formal dining table. the mian family was expecting visitors, and this meant business. she sits down at her usual seat-right next to her father- and she begins making small talk with yaseen, her older brother.
'do you know who's even visiting?'
'meena do you ever listen to what we say anymore?' he chuckles.
'ugh just tell meeee'
'i don't really know shit about them except i think their family name is santangelo' yaseen looks at his father for a nod of approval. their father nods and says 'they are currently growing rapidly in the trading industry and are making a name for themselves.' yasmeena nods and begins joking around with yaseen, they are usually known for their childish antics even in serious situations. they just can't manage to keep a straight face. however, yara, the youngest one, she was known to be witty and mature despite her young age. she was her mommy's daughter, they were both the exact same replica of each other. it always made the family chuckle.
despite all this, yasmeena holds the guilt of brining shame to the family name. how was everyone so okay with her? the blood, sweat and tears her father used to build the Mian empire, only for their stupid daughter to fall in the pothole of love. love. a stupid concept that yasmeena fears with her whole life.
yasmeena snaps out of her daze when she hears the arrival of the santangelo family. she straightens herself once she hears
'good evening mr mian, thank you for holding this dinner for us'
author's note:
okay so this is my first story, idk if ill even get ppl to read this. tell me what yall think. thanks guyz <3
