A Proper Woman

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I sat with my back straight, legs crossed and my hands neatly folded in my father's office. The day had finally arrived for me to meet my supposed husband. The man whom I was to love and be the perfect woman for.

My face held no emotion as I sat in the empty room. Papers scattered all over the desk indicating just how messy my father was. After all, his perfect wife could no longer clean up after him.

My lips twitched as I held back my laugh. It was quite absurd to me how women were automatically the ones to clean up after men. How did our gender determine our role so easily?

The door opened as my thoughts quickly vanished. In walked my father adjusting his tie. His dark brown hair neatly sleeked back and his beard freshly cut.

He turned to face me with a stern look. I had already knew this lecture was going to come. It had only been around twenty times that he went over the rules with me.

"Now Latvia," he began, looking me directly in the eyes. "Be on your best behavior because if you mess up, not only will I disown you but I will make your life miserable till the day you die."

I smiled up at him and nodded. "Of course father. I'll do everything I can to make my husband happy."

He scanned my face before walking over to his desk and attempting to do some kind of clean up. I avoided shaking my head at him as I stood up.

"Would you like me to help you father?" I offered, beginning to stack together a few papers.

"Good girl. I didn't waste my money on you for nothing," he said. Obviously, the only thing he cared about besides my mother was money. It was on his mind day and night.

Just as I was putting away his pens into the desk drawer, the door swung open. In came strolling one of the handsomest men I have ever laid my eyes upon.

Although he was a work of art, his manners already pissed me off. He didn't even bother to knock as if he owned the place.

"I see you made it, Mr. King," my father said smiling, rushing to his side.

The man gave him a slight nod before turning his attention to me. His honey brown eyes seemed to be staring directly through me.

"Ah, this is my beautiful daughter Latvia. Ain't she a beauty," My father said, as if I was an object he was trying to sell to a customer. It made my stomach turn.

"She is," Mr. King replied. His voice was a bit gravelly. He also had quite a jaw structure which was beautifully carved.

I took that as my cue to go greet my husband for the first time.

Head held high and with a smile on my face, I walked towards him. When I stood just in front of him, I did a little curtsy.

"Nice to be meeting you, Sir." With that, I took a step back. "I'm very thankful to be your wife and hope to meet every expectation that you have of me."

He nodded at me before walking over to my father's desk and taking a seat on the black leather chair.

My father looked at me and then the door before going to meet Mr. King. I then left the two of them to discuss things over.

I went to the balcony to get some fresh air. This would be my last day here and I honestly can't say that I will miss this place.

I don't even consider it a home, maybe more of a prison. A prison which locks up the true you and forces you to be another person.

That's how I view this place. I might miss my mother, but then again, maybe not. I always hate how she complied to all of these rules. Not once have she ever spoke up for herself or for me.

She always encouraged me to be more like her. A doll. A toy which one uses for their own pleasure and happiness.  I could never be like her.

My father had already have my belongings packed up a week in advance. He was ecstatic that I would be gone so that he would have less expenses.

I scoffed at the thought of him actually missing me, his only child. He never wanted a girl, but unfortunately got me.

After some time, my new husband walked out the house and gestured for me to follow him. Did he assume I was a dog and that words were useless when it came to me?

I was still at my father's home, so I would have to wait to straighten this man out. Oh, I can't wait for this but till then I'll just have to be a good lapdog.

I followed him out of the gate and into the parked limousine. I sat besides him as he paid attention to his phone.

The vehicle began to move and I watched as the house faded away. It felt so good to be finally leaving it even though this was not how I imagined.

Looks like this arranged marriage wasn't so bad after all.

I turned to look at the man besides me, taking in more of his stunning features.

He had long light brown locs with dark roots. His round nose and pink lips fit perfectly onto his face.

If only the person who took their time to create this man spent the same effort on his personality, then he would be the perfect man.

He felt my gaze and turned to look me in the eyes.

"If you continue to stare like that, your eyes might drop from their socket," he said, before going back on his phone.

"Sorry sir," I said quietly, biting down on my tongue to prevent a snarky comment.

"And stop with the sir, I am your husband after all. Call me Omirion." He didn't even bother looking at me this time and I was beginning to hate it.

I didn't respond but only nod, even if he wasn't looking for I feared what might come out of my mouth if I answered.

Looks like I will have to show Omirion King just how much of a proper woman I am.