Just another Friday night, I'll spend binging Netflix, i guess i don't have any friends who would go to parties with me, or even hang out with me.
My parents are really religious, and also really strict. I'm almost 18, and I never had a boyfriend, never went to a high school party, all I do is study, and go to church with my parents.
I don't even have social networks like instagram or snapchat, i'm kind of a weirdo.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, i take my eyes of my book and look at the door.
My beautiful mother was standing at the door " Hi Gracie, can I come in? " i nodded, she sat on the bed and looked me, she was scared, i could tell.
" Is everything alright? " i asked her, she took my hand into hers and sighed. " Ok, so you know that we're going to this dinner tonight? " " mhm, i wanted to get ready but i need to read this for school.." she took the book from my other hand " studying can wait, i need you to look perfect tonight, and your father and I need to tell you something"
This is weird, there's nothing more important to my parents other then school. " um.. okay" i look at her with a questionable look as she exists the room.
I got up from my bed and went straight to my closet, i opened one of my drawers and took my new lace lingerie, and a outfit for tonight.
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I curl my hair and put a bit of concealer, mascara and some lipstick.After I put my perfume, and my stuff in my purse I went downstairs into the living room.
" So darling, we're going to have dinner at Bieber's tonight. Do you know who they are? " My dad asked me with an amused look, like he's been waiting for this moment for so long.." yeah.. they own like a magazine? And their son is a model right?" Dad just nods, and stands up hugging me.
" Well, you're marrying their son." Wait.. what?? No, he can't do that! I'm only 18, and he's like 25? That's pedophilia.
'' Dad, you can't do that.. i'm supposed to meet and choose my first boyfriend on my own! I'm only 18 I can't get married...' Mum interrupted my rambling and stood up. ' Gracie that's enough! '
I was shocked, my mom never yelled at me before. My dad was always the strict parent, I just sighed and started looking at my nails. ' Come on, you don't want to be late to your own engagement party! ' He took the car keys from the kitchen counter and went to a garage to start the car.
My mum looked at me with a small smile, I just got my coat and went outside. Mum followed and we took our seats in the small family car. Dad started the engine and my road to hell began.
