Falling [ 𝓚.𝓥 ]

"𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞"

I walked down the stairs to be met with my mother, Silas, Finn, and of course an annoyed Felicia. Silas and Finn stood with their hands in their pockets, wearing nothing but t shirts and chains.
"Did you pick out a dress, Marina"? My mother questioned, as Silas and Finn offered their hands to help me off the last step.
"Yes I did mother" I replied, while avoiding eye contact with Felicia.
"How long did it take?" My mother questioned, as we both realised we shared the same resentment of Felicia.
"I'd imagine it took ages" Silas stated, as he began to light a cigarette.
"Women" Finn grinned.
My mother and I rolled our eyes in unison while smiling, before I responded.
"Not too long with a bit of self respect".
My mother and I smirked, knowing we both knew Francisco's mother made things more complicated than needed.
"We best go to the drawing room, to discuss the wedding" Felicia stated sourly, as she left before us.
Silas and Finn followed, before my mother took my hand in her own.

We reached the drawing room, the same room I tried on all of the wedding gowns. Only now, the number of boxes were replaced with a number of people. There was an uneven amount of women and men, the number of men dominating the women by around 10. They were all dressed arguably different- some were dressed formally while the rest were dressed like close family friends. From afar, I spotted Fransisco standing in the corner behind everyone else, he always had a tired but fierce look. To my right, I recognised a few of my father's people including Alexander who stood straight with a cigarette in hand.
"Fransisco dear, pick a venue" Felicia said, with a sickly smile.
Without turning his head to face his mother, Fransisco simply shrugged and stated,
"Let her pick".
Felicia Romero merely pressed her lips together into a thin line, before looking through the advertisements of each venue.
"Perhaps I should pick, sí Hijo?" Felicia suggested, as she licked her finger to flick through the advertisements.
Fransisco lit out his cigarette and finally turned to face us.
"I said let her pick, she's the one being forced to marry me, no?" Fransisco explained, as he went to light a second cigarette.
I wasn't sure how to feel, so I awkwardly bit my lip. Mrs Romero stared at her son, before throwing the venue options on the table in front of me.
There were many- from Saint Paul's Cathedral in England, A marriage near the Eiffel Tower, St Stephans Cathedral in Austria. But the only place that truly caught my eye, was Mirabell Palace, a beautiful Palace in Salzburg. The cost was almost nothing compared to the others.
"Austria" I stated, with a small smile.
"Very well" Felicia said, with a hint of bitterness.
"We ought to fly to Austria tonight, a week in advance in case of any troubles" Sergio Romero explained, Francisco's father.
"Fair enough, we'll have it settled now and fly later tonight".
I slightly lifted my head from looking down, I was confused.
"Tonight?" I questioned in shock.
Sergio turned to look at me, and replied.
"Tonight. Your brothers can accommodate you".
Then, I felt a bit more hopeful.