NEW NOVEL.. STEAL THAT HOODIE
Alexander POV
My mom wouldn't stop adjusting my tie every minute of the car ride, I Couldn't wait to get this over with.
"Umm Alex ." My dad called.
"Yes dad." I answered.
"make sure you smile and ask wonderful questions about her." He said.
"What about questions like how can I kill you so that you can live my life?" I said with full blown sarcasm.
"Alexander don't you dare". He shouted .
"But you said hold friendly conversations
I mean tha......." I was cut shut by the driver .
"we are here." the driver chirped in interrupting me.
"Be of good behavior or you will lose your teeth."
My grandpa said .
"Grandpa" I said trying to act sweet "if I wanted,i could fly all the way to Ireland." I deadpanned.
"Ireland is the first place am gonna look for you and in the Montez hotel floor 13." My dad smirked.
I was stunned, " are you some kind of mind reader" . I said with my mouth slightly apart.
"No am not,now get down from the car this instant" . My dad shoved me out of the car.
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I decided to where a black jeans with crop stop just to annoy my family and their families to give them the impression that I was indecent ,mannerless and Inappropriate for their so called son.
"Mom am ready." I screamed.
"Holy mother of all creatures great and small what are you wearing Andre for goodness sake it's a family dinner not a party." My mom screeched.
"Mom if he loves me he would accept me the way I am." I said in an overly sweet voice battling my eyelashes for her.
"Oh and I would kill You the way you are if don't go upstairs and change." My mom deadpanned.
" But mommmmmm." I wanted to start nagging.
" Don't mom me, grandma is awake you don't want to put her in a panic attack." My mom eyed me. I felt like it was a blackmail.
"Fine,but only because of grandma." I went to my wardrobe,if someone had told me two weeks ago that I'll be forced into a marriage I'll laugh or call the person a drunkard but it felt more of a burial ceremony than meeting your financee.
I decided to wear all black to match with my mood of mourning. I picked a spaghetti strap satin black dress that ended above my knee with a slit.
Immediately I stepped down I heard my mom outrageously loud voice.
"Go upstairs and change that thing you are wearing , you can't wear all black." My mom said sternly.
"Honey no time." my dad interrupted we are almost late.
"Jeez thanks dad." I rolled my eyes.
My mom gave me a death glare how does dad sleep with her in the same room.
"Of to the limousine we go."
We are in the car and my mom won't get her eyes of me, she's practically accessing if my kidneys in the right position.
"Mom what is it ?" I sighed knowing she was about to get over dramatic.
"why aren't you wearing any make up." Mom whispered dramatically with her both palms over her chest .
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Short StoryMajor reconstruction, so please kindly manage it.[ps: This is not that mature as the story description made it seem, be beware of cringes] Marriage is a thing of beauty, when this is found in the possession of two business families it becomes a deal...
