Thursday, December 10th 2016
It was five days until I turned 18, and I couldn't wait! You know the feeling you get on Christmas eve, and you can't sleep because you're so excited, but you also know that the sooner you fall asleep the sooner it will get here. Well, that was how I was feeling (eventhough I knew if I concentrated on my schoolwork and did my chores Tuesday would come so much sooner) I couldn't seem to keep my mind focused on anything. It flittered back and forth between, who's coming into town for Christmas and what am I going to make for dinner, to should I cut my hair this week and what song to listen to next. Needless to say, my mind was a mess.
It was about three o'clock, and I was working on my anatomy and physiology homework. Then there was a knock at the door drawing me out of my thoughts. I dismissed it, figuring that my mom would get it since she was probably downstairs just grading papers (my sisters and I are homeschooled, if you couldn't tell). But then I got curious as to who it was at the door. My sisters, Laura (16), Theresa (11), and Anabelle (7), were all staying at our grandmother's house this weekend. I thought maybe it was them, coming to retrieve something they had left. But then I remembered they had a key. I heard a second round of knocks and my mother, Vivienne, holler from her closet
"Shaliene, would you please get that? I'm almost ready!"
"Sure!" I called back as I made my way to the stairs. I remembered that she and my father, David, have a meeting or something later on that night with some old friends. As I headed downstairs, my curiosity grew. When I had arrived at the door I opened it and to my surprise found a smartly-dressed, wealthy couple standing on our porch. Now we aren't poor, but you definitely tell that these people had some money. If not by their perfectly tailored clothes, then by their brand new Mercedes-Benz parked in front of our middle-class suburban home.
"Um, Hi." I said. A bit confused as to who these people are. They looked at each other before the man spoke up and said, "You must be Shaliene." Extending his hand to shake, he added, "We are the Smiths."
Realizing they were the people my parents were meeting with tonight, I accepted his handshake and replied, "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. Please, come in." while motioning them in. As they crossed the threshold, I was silently thanking my mother for making me clean the house this morning.
"Thank you," replied the man. He appeared to be in his 50's, clean-shaven, and had slightly graying hair. Not the kind that makes you look old, but rather gives the impression of experience and wisdom. He was wearing a nice baby blue dress shirt and tie with black slacks.
"Yes, thank you darling," the lady behind him said, with a smile on her face that matched the glimmer of joy in her eyes. She appeared to be his spouse and looked just as put together as her husband in her black skirt-suit with a ruffled lavender blouse.
I began to feel a bit under dressed in my skinny jeans, boots, and sweater.
As the couple filed into the foyer I noticed that they weren't alone. There was one more guest to welcome into my home...one very attractive guest.
YOU ARE READING
My Past, Your Past, Our Future (arranged marriage)
RomanceI knew the moment he walked through that door, and into my life, everything was about to change. For better or worse, I didn't know. But one thing I do know is that I'll never forget him and all we went through. This is our story. (Christian Romance)
