EDITED
Heyyy so here's chapter two!!
I'm sorry but I just LOVE Milly, she's SO CUTEEE!!
Let me know what you think!
HAPPY READING!! <3
Kitty :)
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SALLY'S P.O.V
"Up!Get up, NOW!!" My mother shrieked.
"Okay! I'm up! Jesus woman, chill out"I grumbled back. What's up with her? I thought.
Glaring at me my mother gave me my morning orders. I had thirty minutes to shower, as i had to be ready to get into my dress and get ready at 9 o'lock. Dress? What is this woman on?After giving me my orders my mother softened slightly, she carefully walked over a placed a quick kiss on my forehead, before turning and leaving me alone and confused. Why was i getting ready so early, and what was the big event? Glancing around my room, I hoped out of bed and stretched, relaxing my tight body. I stole another quick glance around and my eyes landed on a long bag in the corner of my room. I made my way towards the bag, slowly and carefully unzipping it, I got a small glimpse of white silky fabric, and it all came tumbling down on me.
My mothers cruel harsh words, the arranged marriage, leaving home, loosing my freedom.
I once again broke down, the tears flew down my face at a fast pace. Attempting to muffle my painful, body shaking sobs I covered my mouth, but it only made me cry harder. I felt my knees weaken as I fell to the floor, wrapping my hands around my legs I hugged myself tight, telling myself that it would be okay, I would get through this. I cried into my hands, it felt like somebody was smashing my heart into a million pieces, I was beyond hurt. Was I that unloved? That unimportant that to my own mother my happiness and well being didn't matter to her? Was I that much of a dissapointment? I sobbed into my hands, rocking myself back and forward.
The room was silent apart from my loud whimpers and sobs, I was shocked my mother hadn't heard me. After a while of me trying to compose myself, and failing miserably I heard my bedroom door open slightly, assuming it was my mother, I remained silent. Let her see me like this. I hope she feels horrible. I hope the guilt follows her were ever she goes. I hope it haunts her for the rest of her life. I heard light, quiet foot steps approach me. I slowly lifted my head and my eyes landed on a young pretty girl, with adorable, curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She looked at me and gave me a big cheesy smile but soon frowned once she seen my blotchy, tear streaked face.
"Awe you okay?" The little girl asked stll frowning. Even her little voice was cute, and the way she pronounced her 'r's almost had me smiling, almost.
"Of course sweetie, I'm alright" I attempted a wonky smile, in the hopes of convinsing her. But even I knew It hadn't worked.
"No,no.Whats wong? Why awe you sad?" She proceeded as she took a wary step towards me, as if I was a frightened animal.
"My mummy's making me marry a man I don't know" I replied, a few treterous tears made they're way down my face but i quickly wiped them away. I had to stay strong, "But I really don't want to marry him, you see, so I'm a little sad about it" I finished, my voice cracking. I mentally slapped my self, so much for being strong.
"Oh, but if your mawwying the man, you must wove him, Wight? My mummy and daddy are mawwied and they wove each other wots and wots. Just like how I wove my big bwother marky! But mummy says I'm not awwowed to mawwy marky, hes getting mawwied today!" She squealed excitedly.
And then it hit me. This is my "Fiance's" little sister, no wonder she's in my house.If she's this nice, mabye he wont be that bad? No. I can't think that, I need to hate him.
MARK'S P.O.V
"Milly!" I shouted. Seriously, you leave her for one minute and she goes missing! I've searched the bottom floor, the middle and now i'm at the top. At the end of the corridor i can see a door slightly open. I make my way towards it but stop when I hear Milly talking to someone.
"So your the one marrying Marky!" She whispers excitedly. I internally groan, I hate that nickname. But on the plus side I found my sister and my-bride to-be.
"I guess so" The other girls angelic voice sighs. She sounds sad, so I'm guessing she doesn't want to marry me either. Don't worry love I think the feeling mutual.
Slowly making my way towards to door I peek the the small gap between the door and the frame and there sitting in the middle of the room, with my sister in front of her was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She was stunning, from her long wavy auburn hair to her sparkling, emerald green eyes, she was the definition of perfect. She was Breathtaking. Going through with my plan was gonna be harder than expected, but I could do it, I had to.
"Can i see your pwetty dwess?I know it will be vewy, vewy, vewy pwetty becuase you'r vewy pwetty" My sister grined.
The girl blushed, but none the less tapped her chin pretending to think,
"Pweaseeee?"Milly begged
The girl laughed, "I guess i could..."She trailed off, she was really good with kids, her future husband will be very lucky. Oh, yeah....Dumbass.
Focusing on my Fiancé and sister again, I watched Milly shout, "YEAY!" and start jumping up and down.
The girl stood up, making sure her pyjama shorts coverd her perfectly round-NO! YOU HAVE TO HATE HER!- adjusting herself she unzipped the bag and pulled out a silky white dress.
"Wow..." Milly breathed, speechless. I agree Mil I thought definetely wow.
"Should i put it on?" The girl questioned, when she turned in my directions I could she fresh tears pouring, silently, from her eyes. I'm guessing seeing the dress made this all that little bit more real. My heart broke for her. I didn't even know her name and i wanted to hug her, and stroke her hair, telling her everything will be alright.
"Yes, please!" Milly squealed. I let out a small chuckle and the girls head snapped up to meet me. Her expression turned to pure embarrassment and it only got worse when milly went,
"MARKY!" and came running over to me. But I just stood there, I didn't want to be the one to brake the eye contact.
"H-hi there" She stuttered.
I didn't say anything, i just walked over to her and hugged her, silently telling her not to worry.
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RomanceBrought together by an arranged marriage, Sally is forced to marry the enticing Mark by her Mum, who can't stand to even look at her. With very little say in the matter, Sally's decided that if she has to go through with the wedding, she will make s...
