"Are you ready?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I already knew this was going to happen ever since I was five. Trust me I'm ready."
I looked at Bea with a smirk, she smiled and we ended up giggling. Bea was covering her mouth while trying to stop from giggling then a sudden "eh herm" was heard.
"Oh, hello there, brother bear."
Bea always loved teasing Sebastian by calling him "brother bear" because of how he is as tough and as 'fluffy' as Bea puts it.
"Both of you are late. Unbelievable."
He placed his hand on his head and took a sigh. Sebastian was always the one who tells you what you must and mustn't do. If you were to compare us with Freud's psychoanalytic theory, Sebastian would be the SuperEgo, Bea would be the Id and I would be the Ego. Sebastian looked at both at me and Bea one more time and shook his head then he turned his attention on me. He glanced at me from head to toe with his hand under his chin and smiled.
"You look wonderful, Rose."
"Thank you, Seb."
I mocked a curtsey.
"Rose, you should be in the drawing room at this instant! Your father and your soon to be betrothed are inside --- waiting."
"I guess, I'll be seeing you both later."
"Good luck!"
Bea smiled and I turned around and faced the tall, wide, wooden, creamy white double doors with intricate golden designs. I grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. The room was warmly lit and yes, spacious. I heard a hearty laugh which I knew that it belonged to my father. I saw two men sitting opposite of each other and were talking in the middle of the room where the french style sofas were located. I was walking casually when my father saw me and motioned for me to come closer. Both men stood up and my dad approached me.
"There you are, Rose. I must say, you look beautiful as always."
"Thank you, dad. You're not so bad yourself, dashing as ever."
We both smiled then he led me to where the other man was patiently standing. Edwin Jacobs belonged to the affluent families in the country. He owns multiple businesses and he is my father. He has the same copper brown hair as I do. His forehead was creased with lines due to ageing but he still looks. My father had always loved my mother ever since he met her. "It was love at first sight.' he would always say every time I ask him how they met.
My father wasn't always this joyful. There was a time where he didn't smile at all. His face was always grim and tired. His eyes were red and swollen but he would always smile whenever I'm in front of him. The accident was devastating for all of us but it was my father who suffered so much. He didn't eat for weeks and just sat on their bed, crying while holding my mother's ring. I know this because after he would tuck me to sleep at night, I'd silently walk to my father's bed and would see him there.
Whenever I was feeling sad, my father would always tell me about how my mother would cheer me up. The mother I've quite forgotten. I couldn't recall what her face looked like or how her voice sounded. Everything was a blur including my twin sister and I would get frustrated every time my father tries to help me remember but I just couldn't but he was so patient with me.
"Rose, may I introduce you to your betrothed. Charles."
I looked at the man in front of me and froze.
WHAT THE ACTUAL ----
The guy was also staring at me with shock but tried his best to regain his composure. This was the guy who helped me in school, twice! The blonde, vogue model looking one. I looked at him for the first time and saw that his hair was not in a messy model state instead it was in a groomed state. He was still good looking. His chin was not that sharp as I thought it was the first time I saw him. Overall, he looked decent. I was mentally nodding.
