To Be or Not To Be

Twelve

Amara's P.O.V

I sat in between my mother and Brennan's mother, Rosie, as we were discussing wedding details. My mother and Rosie were looking through some magazines and books while I was scrolling through Pinterest.

"I was thinking you should wear a strapless dress," My mother suggested.

"Or a long sleeve," Rosie suggested.

"Well actually, I was thinking of a sleeveless, a-line dress," I tell them.

"What? Oh no. Don't do that. It wouldn't look perfect," My mother tells me. I looked over at her in confusion and sadness. Before I could fight for myself, Rosie added a comment.

"You should go with some white roses," She tells me.

"I was actually hoping for white tulips. They're under appreciated and-"

"Not traditional, Amara. You should get the white roses," My mother tells me.

It felt useless to give them my ideas. For the women who are pushing this onto me, this felt incredibly unfair. I didn't even ask to get married in the first place.

"How many bridesmaids do you want to have?" Rosie asked me.

"Well maybe just one or three? I don't have much girl friends," I tell her.

"Maybe you can ask your cousins to fill in the spots. You should have more than just three," My mother tells me. I wanted to scream right there and then.

I wasn't so close to my cousins. It was mainly cause they were all older than me which sucked. It would feel weird to have all older women and one my age.

"Who will be your maid of honor?" My mother asked me.

"Chris," I tell her. Her face turned slightly sour.

"How about you have Brennan's sister as your maid of honor? It'll be much more efficient. She's coming back from England for the wedding. You can have your Chris friend as your bridesmaid," Rosie said.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and moved so I could look at the two of them in the face.

"I need a moment alone," I tell them.

"Don't be long. We have much more to discuss about," My mom tells me. I quickly left before going upstairs.

It wasn't a surprise that I broke down in my room. After sitting there with them, I had bottled up all my emotions. I let out a few tears fall from my eyes. I wiped them off as I tried to calm myself down a little.

"Amara, what happened?" Brennan asked as he walked over to me.

"It's nothing," I said after taking in a deep breath.

"It's not nothing. Who did this? What happened?" Brennan asked me. I stared up at him for a little. I should just come out and say it.

"I'm being forced to get married and I can't even plan my own damn wedding," I tell him as I wiped a few more tears away.

"I'll handle this," Brennan said before walking out.

"Brennan, wait," I said trying to stop him.

"No, Amara. The least they can do is let you have your dream wedding since they forced this upon you," Brennan tells me.

We went to the living room where my mom and Rosie were planning more things for the wedding. Brennan stood in front of them, making them look up at him.

"Are you not letting Amara have her dream wedding?" Brennan questioned them as he crossed his arms.

"Oh Brennan. We just want this to be a perfect wedding for the two of you," Rosie tells him.

"A perfect wedding? Who the hell cares! You're forcing this upon the two of us. The least you two can do is let Amara have what she wants at her wedding. She's the one getting married. Not you two," Brennan tells them.

"Brennan," Rosie frowned at him.

"No. You two are forcing so much on Amara and I. We want a break from whatever you two have in plan," Brennan says. I stared in shock that he was standing up for us.

"You dare to speak to your mother like this?" Rosie asked him.

"Mother, you put us in a position we don't even want. The least you could do is let us plan our own dam wedding," Brennan said.

"I don't think you both know what you'll be doing if you planned this on your own," My mother said.

"Like you know what you're doing, setting the two of us up," I said.

"I think it's best if you both left," Brennan tells the two.

"Are you kicking your own mother out?" Rosie questioned Brennan. She was standing now as well as my mother.

"Yes and if you don't leave now, I will have you both escorted out and I know you wouldn't want that. Both of you. Your reputations are very important to you both," Brennan says. I stared at him and then at our mothers.

"Fine. Just wait until your father hears about this," Rosie said before gathering her things.

"Amara, your father and I will talk to you later," My mother said before leaving as well.

The two of them left causing Brennan and I to sigh in relief. I gave Brennan a long hug afterwards.

"Thank you for that," I tell him before pulling away from the hug.

"I can't believe they can think that they can control our own wedding. Unbelievable!" Brennan tells me.

"At least we get to plan the wedding we want now," I tell him.

"Luckily," Brennan said.

"Have you ever stood up to your mother before?" I asked him.

"Many times. My father talks to me cause he hates it when she complains as well," Brennan tells me.

"You're lucky. I never get to stand up to my parents," I said before sitting on the couch.

"Why not?"

"I was afraid they'd kick me out. I mean, Chris's family would take me in but still," I tell him.

"I understand. Trust me, when we get married, I promise that we'll have a little contact with them if that's what you'd like," Brennan tells me.

"I wouldn't mind it. I'm tired of their control on me," I tell him.

"Well then, we should probably discuss what we want for our wedding," Brennan said as he came over to sit next to me. I looked over at him and smiled. I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked me.

"For helping me out," I tell him. Brennan gave me a small smile and a small nod.

"I think we should invite close friends and family," I tell him

"You name whatever you want and we'll do it," Brennan tells me.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Amara, this is all about you. Since we are forced into this, I would just like to see you at least happy on the day and that you have everything you could ever ask for," Brennan tells me.

"Thank you, Brennan. That's really sweet of you," I tell him.