Heyyy please enjoy this and give me ideas for what to write!
By the way, I know arranged marriage how cliche? but i promise i wont disappoint you
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"What?!" I screeched as my mom broke the news to me. I, Paige White, have an arranged marriage. I thought those were extinct, or something. I have a boyfriend and I really like him. Uch this sucks.
"Honey, I know this is very untraditional, but it's something you'll just have to endure. This boy has a lot of money, something I want you to grow up with. He can give you things, that I can't. This is a good thing, I promise," My mom assured me as tears trickled down my cheeks.
Maybe, this wouldn't be so bad. I mean my mom has always tried to do what's best for me, and a little money never hurt anyone, right?
"Is he cute?" I asked my mom as blush crept up my cheeks.
"Very," My mom confirmed.
"When do I get to meet this hunk?" I asked finger brushing my straight blonde hair out of my eyes.
"Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Tonight."
Oh crap.
"Okay..." I said before running up the stairs into my room. I quickly ran into the shower making the water as hot as possible, without burning myself. Water ran down my body, tightening my pores. I shampoo and conditioned my hair, before shaving and using my grapefruit scented acne preventer.
Once I stepped out of the bathroom, I wrapped a pink towel around my waist and another in my hair, before stepping into my bedroom and opening my small closet. I picked out a little black dress.I slipped on a pair of worn out black converse and applied my makeup. I have very thin hair so by now it was already semi dry. I quickly brushed my hair and made a neat side braid. I gave myself a once over in the bathroom mirror before skipping down the stairs.
"Honey, you look beautiful," My mother smiled at me.
"Thanks mom, you look hot yourself," I said giving her a once over. She was wearing a tight red dress with black heels. Her brown curls were cascading elegantly down her shoulders.
My mom scoffed. "Don't talk like that tonight," She warned me giving me a stern look.
"Sure, sure," I sighed as i walked out the front door.
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"What's his name?" I asked my mom as I played with the hem of my skirt, anxious to meet my soon to be husband.
"E-li," My mom stretched out the syllables in his name. Eli..sounds hot.
"Cool," I looked down. "I'll be right back, i need to use the restroom," I stood up and walked to the bathroom, bumping into guy in a pink dress shirt and a black blazer.
"Sorry," I stuttered not even looking up. I rushed into the bathroom and looking in the mirror. I let my braid out and grabbed a black and gold braided headband out of my purse and put it around my head hippie style.
As I walked back to the table I saw my mom was talking to a middle aged man and his i assume wife. Sitting in my seat was, oh my god.
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