The Wonders In Our Head

.An Almost Child Marriage.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, a fitting red lehenga with your hair braided in a stylish way. You swirled around, watching as the ends of the lehenga tried to keep up with your pace and giggled as a part of your childishness reflected beautifully on the mirror. Your smile faded when you realized why your mom herself dressed you up so beautifully. It wasn't because you liked the color red or because you liked flowy dresses, it was for the others to stare at.

You sighed and sat on the small couch in front of the majestic mirror fixing strands of your hair misplaced while worrying about the amount of homework left in your bag waiting to be completed and submitted. The door cracked a little, and in came your mom with a proud smile standing behind you while looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"Behave well child those guests are going to be a part of your life soon and you know what the saying goes like right? first impressions are the last impressions. Smile wide and keep your hands clasped on your lap. Don't utter anything unless you are asked. ok? our job as parents are done here, you grew up so fast." Your mother said in a soft motherly tone while adjusting the translucent red veil over your head properly. You just nodded in response.

Suddenly a knock was heard and your father peeked in with a big smile on his face. "The guests have come, I must say the guy is really good-looking, Emma you scored big time!  come on Emma don't keep your to-be husband waiting, take this tray and serve everyone ok?" 

You did nothing but what was told. Taking the tray carefully from your father's hands you adjusted the heavyweight of all the filled glasses of water on your hands while making sure you don't step on your lehenga.

Gasps were heard as you reached the living room. You looked up meekly to see all those grownups looking at you with so much adoration that it scared you internally.

I was never allowed to be outside when the guests are here, then why am I the center of attention now?

"Is your name Emma, sweet little child?" an elderly lady asked. She looked young but compared to the young boy beside her she looked old.

"Yes, aunty," you said in a small voice while handing her a glass of water. she thanked you and turned to the boy beside her. all the people in the living room were awed at how good the two looked together as she passed the glass to the boy.

Emma desperately wanted to be friends with this guy but he looked older than her and remembering her parent's warnings about old boys and men she immediately moved herself from there sitting in the seat her father forced her to seat on.

"I am so glad you could take time to come to your house, this is Emma the girl you wanted your son to marry. Did you like her?" your father said to the guests. Lots of nods and sounds of approval came making you shift on your seat uncomfortably.

I am so not used to so many crowds, god help me and get this over with so I can go back to my comfort room.

"My name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." A hand was raised in front of you and you looked up to see it was that young guy from earlier. You smiled involuntarily and shook his hand, "My name is Emma. Park Emma" 

he looks so hot and handsome I swear. At least my parents chose someone so handsome for me. thank you appa and eomma. but that smirk on his face ugh, is he one of those fuckboys? ughhhhhhh

"It's a yes from me" taehyung spoke in his deep voice making everyone smile in relief.

If the boy doesn't want the marriage, what's the point right? It's better that taehyung agreed. Everyone thought. 

"Though uncle, she might have to drop from school for half a year." he continued making both the parents frown.

"What do you mean? I mean if you want then why not but then why?" Emma's parents questioned both in confusion and worry.