For Better or For Worse

Chapter 38---Life Can't Get Worse...Right?

A/N: okay guys I'm putting up two Author's Notes here because there are a few reminders

1.) things are getting a bit intimate here with Carson and Mia, and for the sake of delicate eyes, the underage, and those who couldn't stand reading mature, fifty shades(well not really) material, I'm putting up a lot of stars (***********) on the restricted part and then another set of stars when it's done.

2.) DON'T EAT MY CAKE! THAT'S MY CAAAAKE!!! YEAH! THAT CAKE IN A JAR!!!!!

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Mia's P.O.V.

"Is that all, mom?" I zipped up her luggage bag. Mom and dad are going to Hawaii. Both business and leisure reasons.

"Yes, sweetheart, thank you." she stood up from her kneeling position. She was packing up her other luggage.

"Mom, when are you and dad coming back?"

She laughed refinely. My mother does everything lady-like. Her childhood background made her who she is right now: Sophisticated and refine. She grew up learning protocol and etiquette which I'm surprised of. She learned these things like she was to be a queen or an empress. "Don't worry about a thing, Mia. We'll be home before your wedding."

I sat on my plush bean bag and rested my chin on my right hand. I admired the engagement ring on my left hand. I can't believe I'm getting married. After months of preparations, we're down to six more months. Six months. Six months before I become Mrs. Mia Pierce. It's all coming together. I am marrying my first boyfriend. I am marrying my one and only love.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" mom made me flinch. I looked up at her and she was standing right beside me. "You are very lucky, sweetheart."

"Lucky? In terms of what?" I asked, shifting from my seat.

She had that look on her face of regret. Regret for telling me something that shouldn't be said. More like a secret. "You get to marry because of love, as for me and your father..." she shrugged and sat on the floor.

What? What is she trying to tell me? "Mom, what do you mean you and dad?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Your father and I...we had an arrange marriage."

My eyes grew wide upon hearing this. "But, I thought--"

"I should've told you everything. I'm sorry. We didn't meet at my debutante ball...actually yes. I met him at the party, but I didn't tell you what really happened. My parents threw me a Masquerade at my debutante ball. Your father...was my last dance, and we had that special connection. A spark at our first meeting. When we were near the end of the party, my father announced the engagement and I was petrified. I didn't expect it at all, everyone in the room didn't expect it."

"Wow." I whispered.

She chuckled. "If only you heard the gasps in that room. They were so loud, but only four people didn't react, and they were our parents. After the announcement, I saw him on the crowd and his face was as pale as a corpse. A week after my party, I was walking down the cold winter day in Brooklyn when I saw him arguing with a girl, who I presume is his girlfriend.