Faith (Complete)

Marry me?

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
FAITH POV
I was eating dinner with my Mom and Dad. They were talking about some business things. It's been a few days since I ate that disgusting cheese, I still couldn't get the taste off my tongue. The door bell rang but I didn't pay attention to it. Until the maid came back, gaining our attention. "Faith...there's a little boy outside that wants to see you..." at the mention of 'boy' my dad straightens up. I get up awkwardly. I had on shorts with a flower on the hip and a green shirt.

Before I even got close to the door my parents beat me to it.

CLARY POV
I pop my head out the front door and see Marco with a pig under his arm. "Hello mother of Faith! I am Marco! I present you a pig to confirm my engagement to your daughter!" Marco says as he pushes the pig closer to my face. Jace opens the door wider as he hears this.
      "What?" Jace asks. I stare at Marco. Then Faith pushes herself out from between us.
       "Faith!" Marco says excitedly as he puts the pig down.

FAITH POV
    Marco puts the pig down and comes closer to me. "Hello my sweet beautiful..." he says as he comes closer to me pushing his face out as if he wanted to kiss me. He then kissed my hand.
    "Apparently he thinks you're engaged," my mom says. My dad then pushes the boy away from me.
      "You are NOT engaged," Daddy says.
      "Yeah...Marco, you are a very sweet boy, and you have a very nice pig...but you two are not engaged, ok?" My mom asks.
       "Yeah, It's not happening," Daddy says. Marco sadly puts his head down.
      "I understand....who was I kidding?" Marco asks. He then dramatically gets on his knees. "A dumpling like me with a goddess like you," he says. I stare at Marco in shock. "But don't worry...I will never forget you Faith..never.." he says as he crawls away.
       "I'm pretty sure I won't forget you either.." I mumble. I walk back inside with my parents.
       "What was that?!" Daddy asks. "Why did he think you were engaged?!"
       "Well...i ate some of his cheese..." I say.
        "His what?" Daddy asks.
        "His cheese! I ate his cheese!" I explain to my dad.
        "It was at some festival, Faith ate a cheese from his plate....and I guess that means you're engaged here..." I explain.
      "And this is why I hate traveling to small foreign towns.." daddy mumbles.

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     We're now back in New York, the rest of the trip was ok, but mommy and I avoided town. Tyler and I became closer. He was a nice person. I walk into my house and feel a little lighter. I didn't know how attached I had become to this place. I ran up to my room and grabbed my extra sketchbooks, I had ran out of room to design dresses in Italy, and I had these two amazing ideas for dresses. I start sketching the dresses quickly before the image of them fades.