MONTERO: My Political Husband

7

Slowly, I walked towards the impossible flashy car. I am about to get in and drive to wherever they want to take me.

It doesn't feel real to me.

Uncle can't let these total strangers take me to wherever. What if they are serial killers?

My heart dropped at my thoughts.

I looked back and I saw my family at the door, watching me. Uncle doesn't look like he is going to stop them. He is actually letting them take me.

Aunt and Ella are scowling at me.

Blanca could kill me with her eyes right now. I don't want this. She is the best person for this. She really want it and I don't.

Why me?

One of the men opened the backseat door for me. I felt weird about it.

I have never dreamt of this. Or any of this. I have never dreamt of getting married to a total stranger.

"Go in, sweetie." The woman said. I nodded slightly as I hoped into the car. The man closed the door afterwards.

I heaved a sigh as I took in the aesthetics of the car. I am carefully seated, making sure I don't destroy or stain anywhere. All twenty years of my life, this is my first time in a car. I have only rode on boats and bicycles. Nothing more.

But now, I am in a very expensive car, about to meet a total stranger.

The woman joined me in the car and we drove away.

My heart pounded as we drove. I thought about a lot of things as we drove pass familiar houses in my small town.

The small nature of my town makes me wonder how these strangers found our house and decided to pick us for a marriage proposal.

There are a lot of people in this town. Why didn't they go there? Why our house?

Why me?

A tear rolled down my eyes and I quickly wiped it off.

Minutes went by and we are driving along a place I think to be the city. I have never been to the city in my life. It took possession of my eyes.

The beauty is beyond anything. It felt like our small town is a whole different world all together.

Not long later, we pulled up in front of a huge building that has the name, a EDUARDO STITCHES written at the top of it. 

We got out of the car and walked into the building. I was nervously all through. I felt left out and insecure because the blue dress I was wearing is my my best but it is pretty worn out and torn in some places you could only see when you look closer.

It is the dress uncle got me on my eighteenth birthday. I didn't get any more dresses ever since. Thankfully, the dress still fits. That's because I am skinny and i hardly add weight.

My black sandals are worn out as well. Uncle also gave them to me on my eighteenth birthday. I hardly wear the dress and sandals because I have no where to go with them and I have been saving it for a special occasion.

I decided to put it on today since I am going on a date. But this is not a special occasion but a dreadful one.

I just had to wear something good so I don't humiliate myself.

But I feel odd right here in this all white and spotless environment. The place is very beautiful and expensive. It is shiny and very classy.

It is super clean and I feel like the dirty in it and needs to be trashed out.