Flowery Arrangement

2

Naeun

Silence, silence and just silence was occupying the large mansion.
A creek sound of the door led my heart to raise and my body to squash.

I looked up to find my mom and dad stepping inside my spacious room.
Both were in formal attires even if we were in our home..oh no, house.

People most probably wear comfortable clothes but my parents wore clothes as if they were 'showcases'.

They sat infront of me, on the couch, maintaining distance between each other.
I loosened up a little, trying to play cool.

My mom heaved out a sigh as she suddenly held my hand, making me back up a little. My dad looked at us with a piqued expression.

"So, which boy has been chosen now? Why are you both even trying, not like I am gonna choose any.", I said, pulling out my hand from my mother's grip, making sure she knew how much I despised her touch.

My parents wanted me to marry a guy because I was a 27-years-old-spinster.
Not to mention but I was prominent for playing with guys. People didn't give a fuck that I was a CEO of the second biggest fashion company and why? Because people always go for drama.

Not that I wanted to play with guys but candidly, having a serious relationship had never been my thing because of the things I had ever witnessed and even if I tried, it all failed due to some reasons everytime.

My intuition about love was a little ruinous and now if I thought about having someone at my home 24/7 and someone who I had to be loyal to was quite indigestible.

'At least, look at his picture.' my mind murmured. "Show me his picture.", I said with a straight face.

My mom's face lightened up, face now had an expecting smile.
I knew exactly what she was expecting but I would love to break it to her that, "Mom, don't be so happy. I have only agreed to see his picture, I haven't agreed to marry him."

"You will marry him.", just when my mom was about to utter something, a cold voice came from my father.

I frowned at him who just ignored this and again looked down at his phone which was in his hand.
He was swiping, probably trying to find his picture.

"How are you so sure, father?", I asked with sweet dripping from my voice, indicating sarcasm.

"I don't have so much time to waste.", I uttered, not letting him speak.
I got up as I fixed my clothes.

My right leg took a step when his voice made me look at him.
"The person who you are going to have dinner with is none other than his brother and by his, I mean your future husband."

Not this again. Ugh.

"This is the third time."

"So just agree with me without being  pain in the butt.", he said, getting up as he folded his shoulders and looked at me with a sly smirk, encouraging me even more to fucking hit him.

Seriously, getting thoughts like these about your father is weird but not new for me.

I hated accepting this but this was the truth ; he was a very important personality in business and people never hesitated to have a relationship with him, of any kind. My sister had run away from here because she was forced to marry a big businessman.