Hazel's POV:
If someone would have told me I am getting married this week, I wouldn't have laughed but wouldn't have taken it seriously either but I would have laughed if they said I am getting married to Jonah Marais Wood.
"You know I won't sign without you," I say talking to Ava on the phone.
"I know. Don't worry. You go, I'll be there. I promise," she assures me. I agreed on marrying but with some terms. One, I only gave one year, after those, I won't care I will get a divorce. Of course, Woods doesn't know about it. It is between me and my parents. Second, there won't be any wedding ceremony or celebration, a straight-up court marriage considering the fact that I have to live in this town and I don't want my former school fellows to look at me like I am a weirdo. Being 18 and married is weird.
I am sitting on my bed, admiring my room. Like most of the people, my room is my safe place, the grey and purple theme and fairy lights over my bed gives me warm feelings.
It will always be my room but for only a few months I have to live in a foreign house with a stranger. I don't even know what my room will be like.
A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. Mom enters the room.
"Aren't you getting ready, honey?" she asks with guilt. Yes, I am getting married today. It's been a week since I accepted the offer.
She is ready wearing a cream-colored dress, a pearl necklace is around her neck and matching earrings. She has a slightly darker makeup on than usual and her hair pulls up in a loose bun.
"I don't know what to wear," I say gloomily. I still want to say no and tell her to find a different way. I even tried to talk to Tyler Wood, but he is just like his son, arrogant and stubborn.
She walks closer and sits on the edge of the bed. "Honey, if you don't mind I have something for you to wear," she says politely.
"Mom, I told you I will not wear that white dress. I will look like a bride and I don't want to,"
Mom sighs. "Then what do you want to wear?"
"Nothing. I don't want to do it," I say stubbornly, crossing my arms. I know there is no use but some part of me is still hoping that someone would miraculously stop this wedding. I wish Andrew was here, but he isn't. Though he is my brother, it seems like the doesn't care about anyone except himself and he is one of the reasons I accepted to marry Jonah. I don't want to be like him, selfish and self-observed.
"I don't know," I mutter. "May be that black dress you got me with the white one," It is less fancy and it will look less like I am going to get married. It will actually look like I am going to a funeral.
"Hazel, it is your wedding day. Don't you think you would look odd?" she tries to convince me. "It is just a simple white dress."
"Okay," Even though I hate every thought of the fact that I am getting married I don't want to look odd.
Mom happily gets up to get me the dress. Ava is busy with her uncle and aunt who showed up yesterday for the weekend. She told me she'll meet me in court.
Mom returns with the dress. I lazily wear it, it rests just below my knees. Though it is simple, its neck and sleeves are made of lace. I come out of the closet. A bright smile appears on her face as she sees me.
"You look beautiful," she tells me. "A little makeover and you'll look even prettier," Mom is being nice than usual, which if it would be some other situation I would be delighted but now it's only bothering me.
Mom personally does my light makeup and curls my hair. After wearing the heels I finally look myself in the mirror which is hanging on the front wall of the bed. I look different, completely different. The dark lipstick is making me look mature and older than I am and the eyeliner makes my not too big almond shaped eyes big. My hair is curled resting just below my shoulders.
Dad, Mom and I leave for the court. I message Ava before leaving to be there on time. My nerves are killing me. It is a twenty minutes' drive to a courtroom and in these twenty minutes; I have thought of several ways I can call off this wedding but none seems right.
"Did you call Andrew?" dad asks mom as he parks the car in a driveway.
"I did, but he doesn't pick up our call. Hazel did you try?" mom asks.
"No," There is no use.
We get out of the car. Before going in, I sigh to calm my nerves.
The courtroom is on the third floor. On reaching outside the courtroom, they asked us to wait for a while. Ava is still not here.
I message her. "Where are you? We are already here. I am telling you I will run away if you won't come," I send her a message.
Mom calls Tyler Wood to ask where he is. In a few seconds, they arrive. Tyler Wood wearing his usual three-piece suit and behind him is Jonah, also wearing a black suit, his hands halfway in his pants pockets, a tattoo which seems like a lightning bolt is visible on the backside of his hand, just above the thumb.
He is not wearing anything on his piercings except on the left ear a metal is shining, his hair is still slightly messy, making him look a lot more handsome and appealing. His sharp jawline prominent. Though I hate him with every nerve, he is handsome which as much I want to, I can't deny.
We waited for a while before they ask us to come inside the courtroom. All this time I avoided eye contact with Jonah and he isn't interested as well. I can feel my heart thumping fast under my chest. Ava has still not arrived. We slowly walks towards the room.
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RomanceHazel is ready to go to college and start a new chapter of her life but everything changes in that one summer before college when her parents demand her to marry the most dangerous and handsome bad boy of the town, Jonah Marais. He is dark, dangerou...