WANTED [REWRITING]

WANTED

CHAPTER 42

NEXT MORNING there was a knock on the door. When I answered, I found an empty hallway and two boxes near my feet. They looked like those white boxes in the movies that always had beautiful gowns inside of them. And if my guess was correct, my Mate Bond Ceremony dress would be in one.

I picked them both up and winced at the feel of the boxes against my chest; I was healing human speed now. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I moved them into the room and shut the doors Not wasting any time, I opened the boxes and placed the contents on the bed.

I was correct. One box held my ceremony wedding dress and the other had my heels. I stared at the eggshell white dress and stood there. It was beautiful. The lace trimming on the front and sleeves were breathtaking, the sequence bedding—impeccable, and the train of the dress short; how I wanted it.

Is this really happening? Am I really marrying him? I thought. Am I crazy? Am I really marrying someone this young? I mean, I'm not even out of high school yet. My thoughts flowed out into the open.
I would be his and be stuck in a loveless marriage. Is that what I want? I pondered.

"It looks beautiful." Her voice pulled my attention towards the door. Annabeth. She looked liked she had lost weight and her eyes looked similar to how mine were a few days ago.

"It is, isn't it?" I said and asked. "How are you?"

She took a deep breath before answering. "I'm...coping."

"I'm sorry." I began. "Brian shouldn't have came back...I tried so hard..."

"It's not your fault." She shook her head.

"It feels like it is." I admitted. "And now... I'm marrying the guy who killed him."

"Don't forget that I'm married to him too," she said solemnly. "I won't judge you because I'm in the same boat with you."

"I guess we can be miserable together," I half heartedly joked with a small smile.

There was a knock on the door.

"You expecting someone?" She asked me. I shook my head no. She quickly left my side and opened the door.

I watched Annabeth quickly cower and lower her head and back away. The atmosphere in the room changed and I knew it was someone she feared.

"Hello, Mia." A women entered the room and greeted.

She was somewhat old but still young, she stood tall but not too proud. Her hair was a short bob and blonde, styled like those women who were lawyers. She wore a black dress and matching heels.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"Oh, I forgot my manners," she smiled. "I'm Ellen, Malcolm's mother."

Great, I thought. Like I need more people up in my business.

"Leave us," Ellen told Annabeth and she bolted out of the room.

"And you're here why?" I asked, not trying to be rude. Even though she was being rude in telling Annabeth to leave.

"Malcolm asked if I would help you get ready." She supplied.

"I don't need help," I stated.

"The big days tomorrow." She walked over and helped herself to the dress, looking it over.

I muttered under my breath, "Unfortunately."

"You say something?" She turned and asked.

"No."