An Arranged Marriage Will I Love Him?

Chp 3. The Fight

After lunch I'd gone to work, having to say good-bye to Dylan. During work Sophie called telling me she was over at a friends and that she'll be home around eight. Hours later I made my way home. Putting the old rusty key in the lock to the apartment, something was wrong only the door was already unlocked. Huh? Was mom back already? It was only six. Opening the door I took in a deep breath, the fresh scent of fettuccine and noodles got to my nose. Since when did mom know how to cook that? I shut the door, I turned around finding someone leaning down looking in our fridge; his hairy hands gave him away. "What in the world are you doing here? Who let you in?"

Dad closed the fridge pulling out some butter, "Fixing dinner what else?" He turned to a shiny brand new pan.

"Where did all the food and pans come from?" I demanded.

"I went shopping, am I not allowed to provide food for my family?" He asked shutting the fridge and getting back to his pan.

"No you're not, considering this isn't your family," I said harshly.

Dad sighed, "Well I consider all of you family and you're linked through me by DNA so you're stuck with me."

I huffed frustrated, "How'd you even get in here?"

"Your mom," He said sprinkling some fancy spice on the noodles.

"Why would she let you in?" I demanded.

"Let's just say I convinced her too," Dad looked up smiling, "So do you want to tell me what happened to your hair?"

I ignored his question, "I'll be in mom's room." I walked off.

"Cassandra, come back," Dad, said flatly.

I shut the door behind me locking it, for one hour I stayed in there only to emerge when mom got home. "Cassandra dinner time!" Mom yelled. I would have protested but I was hungry and the smell was over whelming. Grudgingly I walked over to the door unlocking it. I emerged into our living room/my room/kitchen/place for the table. I walked over to the table not at all wanting to sit or eat with my dad. My parents had sat across the table from each other (which wasn't fair since it was small and only four seats fit around it.) Annoyed I sat between them staring at the gorgeous food in front of me; fettuccine noodles, bread sticks, with a side of peas. I picked up my fork stabbing at the food as I ate, when finally I realized they were staring at me.
I raised my head snapping, "What now?"

"Um, nothing just wondering how it tastes," Dad lied.

"Okay if your not going to tell me then mom will." I turned to mom, "Well?"

"You see-" Mom started.

"We just-" Dad tried to jump in.

I glared at him, "I want mom to tell me at least she'll be gentle."

He cringed taken aback and started picking at his food.

Mom began again, "We've been discussing all day-"

"What? You two have been talking!" My mouth dropped.

"Cassandra listen," Mom said sternly, "Look I know what's happening with the whole arranged marriage isn't fair or delightful, but there is no way to get out of this. We need you to cooperate and go a long with this arranged marriage. It's going to be hard, but we can do it."

Mixed feelings stirred up inside, I wanted to fall in love then get married not the other way around, and who even says I'd fall in love with this stranger? All I know is that this whole arranged marriage was ruining my life and I'd only known about it for two days. I stabbed at the noodles piling them up into my mouth if I stuffed my face I wouldn't yell at mom, "Go on."