The arrangement

Hello

" Genevieve! "
I tore my eyes off of the car that pulled in. My future was sitting in that car.
" are you even listening to me? " she asked sternly Laying out my evening dress on my freshly made bed.
  I shook my head at my mother.
Ever since Max's father agreed to the marriage; my mother has done nothing but nag me about everything.

Genevieve stand up straight!
Smile Genevieve!
And so one.

My father kept his mouth shut as always, I barely ever saw his as it is. Only at the dinner table or at public events.
   I didn't mind it though, it's gave me my time.

  " Genevieve get this dress on we're going to be late!"
Sighing I did as she said.
Taking off my t shirt and leggings. I slipped into the dress and it clung to my hips. I turned as she began tying up the back. The dress was stunning.  Royal blue with a little sparkle at the seams.

     My hair was pulled tight against my head into a low bun.  The feeling hit me out of nowhere, I'm nervous to the point of shaking. After my mother was done with my hair she had me do a full turn.

" gorgeous " she said.

     We began walking down the hall into the big foyer. As we approached my mother whispered.
" first impressions are important " 
Before walking into the room on her own.
  I heard their voices before I even entered the room.
Then I thought of what my mother told me. Did she not believe in me? Was I disappointing before I even met the guy?

  I shook the though out of my mind before, taking a big breath and walked into the room with might I say perfect posture and a smile.

   There were 5 people in the room. My mother and my father. Who stood side by side with big smiles on their faces, they do appear to look in love, but I know they both don't. I guess years of pretending you know how to have faking love down to the science in front of people.

   Then I saw The duke of Brindale, was was a tall built man with black hair and tints of grey. She did though have a genuine smile on his face. To his left was a beautiful woman with her arm wrapped around his. She had long red hair and bright blue eyes. I smiled at them before my eyes found his.

He had blue eyes just like his mother, but dark hair like his fathers. He was extremely tall and very built. After he held each other's gaze for what seemed like forever, he began to walk to my father.

Today was the first of many events that led up to the wedding. But today was private, not cameras or press; just the 2 family's.

I watched him as my father talked silently to Max.
If I'm being honest he wasn't bad to look at. But that was only looks.
I looked out the window at the gardens. The sun was shining bright and I realized I would do anything to be out there right now than be in here.
The flowers we all beginning to bloom bringing all colors that popped against the green. My eyes wandered or to the tall fountain.

I remember so vividly of when I was younger I wanted to swim. It was the hottest day of the year and I couldn't bare to be in that castle another minute. The next thing I knew I was swimming around in the fountain clothes and all.

Soon after my mother and a maid ran outside. And I was stripped of my fun. She yelled me all the up to my room. As much as I hated to admit I missed being they age and not having to worry about what was happening to me right now.

Meeting the man my parents chose to be my husband. They barley knew me.

" Genevieve "
The voice snapped me out of my day dreaming. My eyes went wide as Max was now standing in front of me.
" my lady " he bowed.
I curtsied to him still being silent.
" would you mind going on a walk with me " his eyes told me he wanted out of this as much as I did. But his face expression said otherwise.
I nodded.
He held out his arm and I hooked mine with his. And we began our walk out of the foyer.

as we walked down the hall not exactly sure where he was really taking me. He was silent and I didn't dare say anything.
" what were you thinking about "
" excuse me? " I ask.
" before we left you were thinking about something "
He said stopping and turned towards me.

" just say dreaming " I replied. Too embarrassed to tell him about the memory. I mean I'd only just met the guy.
He was tall, about a good few inches taller. I can up to about his chin, granted I was wearing heals. He gave me a look that I couldn't really explain.
I'll admit he was actually very good looking. He had dimples and his dark hair looked so soft I wanted to feel it.

But I pushed the thought away, he took a step towards me and before I realized what had happened his lips were on mine.