His Duty

Chapter 5

Carlotta Anderson

"Car."

I snapped out of my zoned out state and looked at my bedroom door where Romeo was standing.

"Hmm yeah?" I said

"We have to leave soon, start getting ready babe."

"Okay." I stood up and forced myself into the shower.

Today is my big day. The dream of every little girls at some point, most girls my age or around in our world has planned out all, but I have no plan of getting married at twenty three, let alone to Knox, who was a stranger. That's exactly what's happening today.

I took the shower, taking my time to wash my hairs and body. When I walked out of my bathroom, with a robe on and towel in my hairs, I was greeted by my mother amd the women I've never met before. I cocked a brow at her silently asking what she was doing here.

"This is Margret, she is my friends sister." My mother introduced her.

"Hi." I slightly smiled, just to show her that I'm not a bitch even tho I am but she doesn't need to know that.

She looks at me up and down. Okay no smiles for miss atitude.

"She's here to get you ready for the wedding."

"I'm sorry, what?" I blinked, once, then twice.

Not even five minutes later, I'm sitting at my vanity while she brushed my hair. I only agreed after my mother fucking emotionally blackmailed me.

"Can you do your own makeup?" Margret asked, lifting a brow at me through the mirror.

"Yes, I can." I said, annoyed that how dare she can ask me that.

"You sure?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I glared at her through the mirror trying not to plot her murder on my mind.

"You know what, why don't you just do it, Margret?" Mom huffed.

"Jesus, all right." She put my hairs up in rollers, that were pulling strands of my hairs that I couldn't even locate and she started doing my makeup.

"Is this necessary?" I looked at my mother through the mirror with one eye open, while Margret applied eyeshadow on my other.

"Yes, don't be such a drama queen." My mother demanded as I whined.

I closed my eyes, letting out a angry huff and keeping my mouth shut, hoping this would be over as soon as possible. Nearly an hour later, she pulled out the last roller and I thanked god so that now this bitch can go away from me before I make her.

"There we go. Finally." I stood up, signing in relief.

"We are not done yet." She grabbed my shoulder and pushed me into the chair.

"Don't fucking touch me." I snatched her hands from my shoulders, throwing it away.

I always hated when someone touched me. Only my parents and Romeo has the right to do so. I don't want others filthy hands on my body once again. I have bear his hands over my body in the past, now I've had it enough.

"I'm sorry." She said, now getting embarrassed.

I rolled my eyes, glaring at my mother from the mirror. She sent me a pointed look silently telling me to suck it up. I prayed to lord one more time and kept my virtue of patience intact a little longer.

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I was sitting in the church dressing room, waiting for my dad to come and get me. I didn't have a bridesmaid because I don't have any of my friends here. So when I told Romeo about it he literally started shouting at me about how can I forget him and he will be my bridesmaid from my side. I smiled at that thought, standing up from the chair.

I stared at the full length mirror in front of me, as I took a overall look at me. I was in a fluffy long white gown that was off shoulders and had a detailed work on whole dress. It had beautiful borderlines made with different stones and gems that were real. It had a great neckline that was not too flashy or not too simple. It was a plain simple yet elegant dress. Overall, I felt very pretty today. I truely felt like a princess in this.

The door opened and I jumped, getting startled as I looked at my father.

"Oh you scared me."

"You look beautiful, princess." He walked over, adjusting the crown that sat on my head, holding the veil, that flowed over my head, behind my shoulders.

"Thankyou dad." I said softly, trying to fight back my emotions.

"Are you ready?" He asked, after kissing my forehead.

"Yes." I chuckled sarcastically.

"You'll be just fine. He's a good man. Shall we?" He smiled.

Oh well that fixes everything right? Well except the problem.

I linked my arm with his, mumbling a final prayer to god to save me then walking from the dressing room to the main chruch. The doors were still closed.

"Chin up darling, You're a princess of England." My father said confidently and some what proud.

I took a deep breath, pushed my shoulders back, keeping my chin held high. I was beyond nervous but atleast I can act like I'm not. I'm the princess of England, I can't affort to show weekness here. My grandma once said, be the princess you're expected to be and do it with the grace. So I'm going to do that today. Finally the doors of the main chruch opened and I lifted my head looked straight ahead at my going to be husband.

I guess I'm finally going to be someone's wife.

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~The image of the wedding dress is given above<3