"Kortney honey? It's time to wake up now..."
Mom shakes my shoulder gently. I groan, but sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. That's one thing i've learned from living with her: wake up when you're told, or heck will follow. She'll go from nice, to venomous in five seconds.
"Time to go meet your fiance," she says sadly, avoiding my gaze.
I resist the urge to order her out on the spot, and stand up. The cold wood floor shocks me into awareness.
"Anything special I have to wear? A tailored pantsuit? A pencil skirt with one of the those hideous- girly- girl blouses?"
She smiles, giving me a hug before walking to the door.
"Just be yourself honey."
She leaves, closing the door behind her.
I take a quick shower and come out of the bathroom, steam floating past me, and head over to my closet.
Passing by the new things I bought yesterday, I pick out my black leggings to go under my Grey cutoff skirt, and grab the special shirt that I had made in New York last year.
It's light purple(my favorite color), and has a picture of Mark and the guys on it, with THE HANGNAILS written on it in black Gothic cursive. I slip on my purple and black sandals, and go over to my makeup corner.
I hate makeup. But just because I'm supposedly meeting my future husband, I'll make an exception. But only eyeliner and mascara, and dark lip gloss. I'll only wear more than this, if I decide I like him.
I stare at my hair while slipping my earrings in. What if he hates my dreadlocks? I keep them clean and trimmed regularly, but some people still think of them as 'dirty'.
They just don't seem to get the fact that they're just as clean as their hair is(if not more so), and it's just hair.
I sigh, deciding to leave it. If he doesn't like it, he'll just have to deal.
Grabbing my purse, I quickly text Mark:
I'm getting MARRIED! Call me in an hour.
Mom and dad are waiting by the front door when I come downstairs. They both look shocked. I wince.
"Do I look that bad?"
They shake their heads, smiling.
"Not at all darling. In fact, you look very presentable. That's why we're surprised. We expected you to try and dress yourself down, so he'd call it off."
I smile softly, looking down at myself.
"I thought about it; and I'm still not happy about it... but what's done is done. I have to make a good impression though. If this all goes well, I'll want him to be able to look back and say that he couldn't take his eyes off me when we first met."
They beam at me.
We all step outside and the first thing I see is our limo, waiting in the doorway. I sigh. I've never liked limos. Oh well.
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We pull up in front of a big, luxurious cafe, and exit the limo. I'm scared; there's no denying that.
The air is cool, and smells like coffee and pastries when we step inside. The theme this week is modeled after some sort of Anime cafe; filled with pretty, cute things. It's creepy.
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Now I Panic
Teen FictionKortney is a regular sixteen year old girl. Or, at least, she is now. But it's a little hard to be normal, when your parents are billionaires... which is why, when her older brother Mark moved out, she went with him. But one day she's called back t...
