Uthorsaa Otena: Hista sia ustja a reamda. Hista sia OTNA asedba noa nyaa torysa noa 'Wattpad'. Nyaa imilaritiessa reaa oincidentalca. P.S. Ostma eoplepa, fia otna llaa, antca eadra hista.
Translate: Author's Note: This is just a dream. This is NOT based on any stories on 'Wattpad". Any similarities are coincidental. P.S. Most people, if not all, can't read this.
I just wanted to do that for fun. If no one got it right, it was Pig Latin. This is not the future, and not the past. It is just a fantasy. This is only a dream I had and if I decide to make it a story, I will change the ever-so-horrid name.
Just A Dream; Prologue.
Love is dead. To me anyways. I do not believe in love, for I have not experienced it. Today is my wedding day. I am stuck in an arranged marriage, one that I have never seen the person I'm supposed to spend my forever with.
Love is gone, for I am never to experience it. My love was traded for the fortune of another. I come from a poor family who dreams of marrying off their 7 daughters to the rich. My mother, a kindly woman, yet 'uptight' in a manner of speaking, acted rich, though she obviously, is far from that. My father, on the other hand, is a gentle man who loved each one of his daughters, and wanted them to find someone that actually loved them. But my mother, the lovely demon she is, is apparently in charge.
My mother told me 'to keep a smile, even if I feel like smashing my head against a wall'. What a well mannered woman. I just have to go through with this, because it would make my father happy to see that I don't embarrass the heck out of my mother.
My name is Emily. I am about to get married, or in another matter, become a unknown man's slave.
