"Hello sweet-heart. I'm Darling but you may call me Mrs. Peep," the lady smiles and I back away from her. Just as I am backing away I bump into a someone.
"My apologizes," a deep voice says and I spin around. "I am so sorry," I say and look up to see a tall man with grass green eyes and thin lips with small mustache and a gray suit with a orange neck-tie.
A tall women stands next to the man and her brown eyes feel like they are shooting daggers at me. Her big lips are caked in red lips stick and her green dress is really puffy at the bottom.
"Hello there," the women says with venom in her cracking voice. "Um... hi?" I say and gulp. "I'm Derricks but call me Mr. Evans. This is my wife Clairence but call her Mrs. Evans," the man growls.
"Why don't we go inside for some tea," Mother suggests while shooting me a glare then she begins to lead them towards the house.
"Father may I speak to you," I ask and he nods once before leaving the group.
"What is it dear," he asks "Father why must we go through with this," I cry and his face darkens.
"Don't show anymore sadness; you will marry those boys I will not hear another word about it," he snares silencing my plea. "Yes Father," I mutter and turn away to hide my tears.
"Now perk up and lets' go," he orders.
He walks towards the house but I stay behind and Wesley reappears and hands me a tissue. "Are you alright," he asks softly.
"Why do you care," I snap and he chuckles. "I don't but I thought you might want someone to ask you," he shrugs and I huff at him before throwing the tissue back at him and hurrying to the house.
When I enter the house my jaw drops.
There is a red carpeted staircase that greets me when I enter through the front door and when I look to my left I can see a kitchen with silver appliances.
Oh how I love to cook and bake!
I look to my right and see my parents in what must be the dining room.
The table is completely glass and the chairs a silver steel. There is a small fountain at the end of the room and two chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The wall paper is a baby blue and the floors a hard bright wood.
"Where have you been," Mother snaps but keeps a smile on her face. "I need a little more air," I lie and Father narrows his eyes at me.
"Well dear you've missed a lot," he says in a hard voice. "Oh never mind that! Let's tell her who she is to be married to," Mrs. Peep squeals.
"Oh right. Clover you are to marry Mr. and Mrs. Evan's son Sam; Daisy you are to marry Mr. and Mrs. Peep's son Jacob," Father says.
"Anyways now dear why don't you go pick a room and start decorating before the boys get here. Oh and remember that you are to share the rooms with the boys now and don't forget to be good wife and be in love with them," Mrs. Evan smiles evil like.
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Mafia Daughter
Teen Fiction***Completed*** "Daisy I bet you and your sister! You must marry Jacob," Father growls. I stumble back and Jacob frowns at Mr. Peep. "Father I wish to court her!? Jacob protest but Mr. Peep raises his hand. I look to Father...
