𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 [𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰]

↳ 𝙇𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝

The interview goes well– at least you think it goes well, and then you wait for the reporter and photographer to go back home. There isn't much to talk about since your father isn't exactly the happiest about the man you're engaged to, and he doesn't want to let Naobito have a piece of his mind. You say your awkward farewells before leaving the house.

Your father doesn't shut up once he gets into the car, he rants the whole way home and you tune him out. You just can't wait to see your daughter. Every now and then you catch a bit of what he's saying.

"That motherfucker really fucking screwed me over. We had agreed on that other nephew of his not on that piece of shit, good-for-nothing man." It is around the fifth time your father says those similar words, and your stepmother is annoyed.

"What the fuck did you expect? Your daughter literally has a creature that most men don't want to deal with! Suck it up!" She raises her voice.

"Who doesn't want to deal with Misaki? She's an angel brought from heaven!" Your father claims, the soft spot his heart has for your daughter is very visible. But he will still choose his wife over his granddaughter, the same way he chose his wife over his daughter.

"Angel brought from heaven." Your stepmother scoffs. She's grateful that the Zenins will soon take you off her hands. "Naobito informed me that the wedding is set to be in a month or so. The wedding planning has begun."

"In a month? Did he not think to inform me, considering I am the bride." You speak up, causing a laugh to come from her. You don't find the humor in it.

"Inform you? He told me which is more than enough. I told you the news, so it isn't coming up to you as unexpected." She replies. You open your mouth to speak but she interrupts you, "This isn't a marriage that's made of love. If you fall in love with him, then good for you but at the moment it's not about that. It's to clean their image and to get you and your daughter off our hands. The wedding is not going to be to your liking but to theirs."

"You don't have to say it like that." Your father tells her, but you can agree with her on something.

"She's right. That's the only reason you're doing it, or else why are you marrying me off to a complete stranger?" You say.

"Because it's what's best for you and Misaki. You saw what happened with Misaki's father, didn't you? He left even though you have a daughter together. He claimed he loved you, didn't he? But you still came back to my door with your daughter because you couldn't pay the bills." He begins and you want to interrupt him, but you let him ramble on as you roll your eyes at his every word. "My point is, I think marrying for love is pointless unless you both have money. I'm setting up your daughter to have a successful life, even if it costs your happiness. Love didn't bring you anything good anyways."

"I-" You try to think of a way to defend yourself, but it's not worth it in the end. You mutter it though, "I was just unlucky."

"As I was saying..." Your stepmother continues talking, "The wedding will be as they envision it. The only thing that will be adjusted to you will be your gown size, which will be in fact next week."

"How big is this wedding supposed to be? A month isn't a lot of time to organize a big wedding." You ask, wondering how many eyes will be on you in a month.

"Really big. Every person imaginable will be there." She answers. "As to wedding preparations, you don't have to worry because you're not doing it. The Zenins have hired people that are more than capable and work fast."

You just stay quiet and close your eyes. Maybe this is all a dream– More like a nightmare. Maybe when you open your eyes back up you'll go back to when you were five, when life was good. When you could go running back to your mother and give her a hug and she'd fill your face with kisses until you begged her to stop.