Chapter 3
{Valentine's POV}
The moment I opened my eyes, mom was already in my room fussing over what to do with 'her tomboy daughter who was very close to being hopeless'. Yeah, I feel the love alright.
"Mom what are you doing in my room? I thought you were in Aunt Elsa's place?" I wondered out loud. She waved a dismissive hand in air.
"She is one hundred percent fine, just an emotional break down, you know her." My Aunt Elsa is kinda paranoid when it comes to her life. There was even that one time when she said she had aids when in reality she just had chicken pox.
"What was her problem this time?" I dreaded to ask. Just to be polite, I did anyway.
Mom let out a big breath, she sure looked stressed. Ironically she hated being over worked and yada-yada. "She think you should get married."
"WHAT?! Married? Mom, is she for real? Does she know that I'm seventeen?" I asked, eyes wide open. My mom gave me a distasteful look, as if saying duh.
"Of course she does. She's just a bit old fashioned." I let out a sickly laugh. I'm related to weirdos.
"That was one nice joke, mom. Now tell me what she wanted aside from marrying me off?"
"She needs financial support. She's finally getting therapy, dear. She needs our help." She gave me a small smile.
"What does this have to do with me getting married?" I questioned, confused.
"It doesn't." I gave her a look. Is she twisted or what! "But I for once, agree with her. You should get married." I snorted. Like that is gonna happen.
"Yeah, right." I said. "I am not getting married."
"Why not? You are already engaged." She said as if it was the most casual thing to ever hear.
"To who?!" Ok, the game just went from 0-1000 real quick.
"To Hunter Blakewood, heir of the Blakewood fortune and future CEO of Blakewood Int." She proudly stated.
"No! You're kidding right?!" My eyes went wide and my jaw hit the floor. "Since when was this initiated?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Since the day you were born, and it's finally going to happen. Plus, he is not a 'd-bag' he is a respectable young man who is in love with you since you were young." Not ever in hell would he fall in love with me. He's an asshole, but I can't swear in front of my mom.
"Mom, I think you're crazy." I deadpanned. She was surely out of her mind.
"Dear, you and Hunter love each other. I can feel it. You two are made for each other." Whaaaaat? Excuse me, but I object.
"No, you're kidding and it's not even April Fools yet." I stated, hysterically. But sadly, my mom barely made jokes. Although she's kinda crazy, she's always serious of what she says.
I jumped out of bed and hurried into the right wing. I had to ask my dad what he fed to my mom. Better yet, who fed her. Probably Aunt Elsa. She put some kind of voodoo in my mom's food. Because she's freaking crazy.
"Dad!" I hollered. "Dad! Mom is crazy. She wants me to get married to Hunter Blakewood!"
I found him sitting on the living room couch in their room, reading newspapers. As if I was the one crazy, he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh, so you found out?" He casually asked.
"It's true?" I asked, trying to clear my head.
"It's true." He replied.
