To Love Thy Enemy (An Arranged Marriage Series Book One)

Part Four

“A what? An arranged marriage? Surely you must be kidding. I’m not even done with high school yet!” I shouted.

“There is no need to shout Giselle, everything will be explained tomorrow,” my father said.

I really couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was only 17, well about to be 18. I really didn’t want to be getting married.

“Now will you go upstairs and start to pack please?” my mother said.

“Oh and don’t fight us on this. It will happen and that’s final,” my dad said sternly.

I knew there was no point in fighting. What my dad says goes. I dragged my feet slowly up the stairs and into my room. I could hear my phone ringing frantically. I picked it up and noticed it was Torie. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, especially after what I was just told. I walked over to my closet and pulled out my suitcases. I started throwing clothes into them. Once I was done, I went in to take a shower. Then I fell into a fitful sleep.

*the next am*

I was awakened by this loud noise coming from my nightstand.

“Ugh, damn alarms,” I muttered to myself.

I pulled myself out of bed and over to my suitcases to find something to wear. I pulled out black skinny jeans, a white tank, and a plain black sweatshirt. I brushed my hair and put on my makeup before sliding on my converse. I gave myself a once over before I headed downstairs to breakfast. I was starving. I noticed there was a note on the table.

Giselle,

Don’t forget about our guests coming over tonight. We will discuss everything and then head out to dinner. See you tonight.

Mom

Ugg so last night wasn’t a dream then. I ran back upstairs after eating my lucky charms to get my school bag. I grabbed my keys off of my dresser and off to school I went.

*FF-About 5pm* (trust me you didn’t miss anything. It was a typical boring day with everyone being bitchy or emotional. Like I said not missing much)

I was sitting in my room, waiting to be called into the living room. I still didn’t want to go through with this but I really didn’t have any options. Ugh...

“Honey, please come down here,” I heard my mother yell.

Finally, it was time to meet this fiancé of mine.*chills* I walked super slowly down the stairs and into the living room. I saw three heads, two male and one female, facing my parents.

It was now or never. Umm I vote for never. (You’re out-voted)

“Honey, I believe you know Ms. Simpson, Mr. Johnsen, and their son Frankie.”