"Do you think it was a mistake?" I asked, leaning closer and pulling her waist toward me.
Her nipples pressed against my chest through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, her skin flushing and her breath hitching as she looked down to avoid my gaze.
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FRIA/EVREN
FRIA
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Why? I mean, why me? Am I ready for this? No, no, no, I can't be. "Dad, I'm not ready," I hesitated before speaking. "Tomorrow is the engagement, and I'm not ready." I stood up from the couch.
"Fria, I told you there will be no more discussions on this topic," he shouted.
"This topic? It's about my life, Dad. I'm only 23!"
"Fria, they already gave us two weeks. This is a crucial moment for our family—to end this rivalry."
"By trading me? Huh?" I hissed.
"Stop it, Fria. You are getting engaged tomorrow, and that is final. Am I clear?" He glared at me with his angry jade eyes.
I rolled my eyes. He repeated himself, "Am I clear?"
"Yes, Dad, you are!" I frowned.
I heard the clicking of heels against the marble floor, and I knew it was Ceyda. Who wears heels at home? And if you do, why wear ones that make such an annoying sound?
"Fria, I want to—" Before she could finish her sentence, I cut her off.
"I have to go, I have something to prepare for tomorrow," I lied. I had nothing to prepare, but right now, I just didn't want to listen to her useless talks.
I turned my back to them and heard Ceyda murmuring to Dad. Well, I really didn't care. All I wanted was to be alone, and I didn't want to talk to anyone.
I rushed to my room and locked the door. Tears started dripping down my cheeks, and I couldn't control them. I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Why the hell did that guy agree to marry me? He should have simply said no to the proposal. MORON.
I didn't even know the name of the person I was getting engaged to tomorrow. I had asked Dad for a photo of him, but he refused, saying, "You can see him face-to-face tomorrow." What kind of bullshit is that?
