We don't want to Marry

He hates me

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"Are you excited, darling?" My mother, Grace Eleanor Black asked me. She has another middle name but she doesn't use it: Massy. She put both her hands on my shoulders and leaned down. I looked at her through the mirror, her bleached brown hair cascaded softly down her shoulders and onto mine. She had worn a beautiful peach lace gown and an expensive jewelry piece wrapped around her neck. She's beautiful, a little botox helps but she's still gorgeous and so was her makeup."I'm more on the nervous side," I replied and admired what Amira, my stylist has done to me today. A beautiful red long gown with a long slit hugged my body perfectly. Flawless, light makeup rested on my face and my red lips were shining. My light brown hair was in a half-up twist, the other half flowing down. I do look like my mother a lot."Oh don't be, they're going to love you." I hope my possible future husband and in-laws like me. Yes, it's an arranged marriage. No, I'm not being forced. I'm more than happy marrying someone my parents choose for me because they would always want me happy. It's not like I'm not allowed to reject him. I've had flings but never a boyfriend but I'm happy. I'm studying, I have a career, and now perhaps another family. A good one at that!The Windsor family owns multiple restaurants and Multi-National companies. As long as their interviews go, they are very humble about it. Charles Windsor, the heir to the fortune, only heir, is a very handsome young man. I've seen his pictures and had been infatuated ever since. I hope he's pleasant to talk to."I hope so." I smile back at my mother.Mason, my bodyguard opens the door of the limo for me and I step out in my golden heels. I nod him thanks and forward towards the huge Windsor mansion. For some reason, their mansion was smaller than ours but I knew for a fact that they were richer."Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Black, Miss Black. I'm Mr. Windsor's assistance, Laura Waters, I'll be guiding you to the living room, where you would have tea with Windsor family, after which Miss Black can have some private time with Mr. Windsor." She said started guiding us inside. I couldn't help but blush at that and continued walking.We were greeted by Mr. And Mrs. Windsor, both the men placed a peck on the women's knuckles and shook hands, while Mrs. Windsor and mother hugged. Both of them looked royal, Mr. Windsor's light blue tux matched his wife's blue dress, which swept the ground. Her hair twisted into a glamorous bun and her makeup was very light. She wore a sparkling diamond necklace and let it do the talking."Mrs. Windsor, meet my daughter, Elena Caroline Black." My mother introduced me. She glanced at me and a beautiful smile stretched across her face. Thank Jesus! She wrapped her hands around me and placed a light kiss on my cheek."It's a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Windsor and Mr. Windsor," I said politely. Mr. Windsor placed a kiss on my knuckles and said,"The pleasure's all ours, Miss Black.""Please I insist you call me Elena," I said."Aren't you one delightful young lady? I can't wait for you to meet Charles." Mrs. Windsor said, which in turn had me flushed. She said something along the lines of adorable before taking my hand and guiding me.When we entered, my eyes instantly found the handsome face of Charles Windsor. He sat there with an uninterested expression and scrolling through his phone. Mrs. Windsor cleared her throat to get his attention."What, mother?" He snapped. Oh my god, is he a rude person? I don't like people who are rude!"Charles, the guests are here come and greet them." She insisted. I felt very awkward standing there, so I turned to look at my father. He gave me a reassuring smile and I shook my head. He mouthed "it's okay" and I tried to compose myself. Maybe he was having a bad day at work, maybe he fought with someone today, maybe he's tired, maybe he just doesn't know we're here yet... Yeah, that's it.I turned around to find him walking towards me. For some reason, it seemed like an intimidating move. I've never been intimidated in my whole life but I guess there's always a first time to everything. His face was completely stoic, he wasn't smiling nor was he frowning, but he still managed to look appealing. His green eyes bore into mine as he took my hand and placed his lips on it. I blushed as I felt his soft lips touch my skin. He then went on to my mom and did the same and shook my father's hand.We all sat down and talked for about an hour, mainly about me and Charles. I answered all questions, commented in between, and politely asked some questions as well. Charles, on the other hand, replied with two words answers and only when addressed directly. I figured he's just an anti-social person, that's okay."Charles, why don't you take Elena for a stroll through the gardens." Mrs. Windsor asked with a mischievous smile. I blush remembering that this is our 'private time'. Charles got up from his seat and started walking. What the hell? He could have at least had the courtesy to look at me but no!I stood there like a lost puppy until Mr. Windsor spoke,"Go follow him, dear, I'm sure he's waiting outside." To my surprise he was. My heart raced thinking maybe he would warm up to me eventually but I should have known to not get my hopes up.He started walking as soon as he saw me and I had to run to catch up to him."It's very nice to finally meet you." He paid me no acknowledgment and kept walking."Umm... hey, it's okay if you're shy..." I tried again but he cut me off,"Who said anything about being shy, maybe I'm just not interested in talking to you." I was unnerved by his sudden outburst. Soon, I felt anger running through me. But I suppressed it because letting one emotion take over you is a weakness, may it be happiness or sadness. We walked for some time in silence before I had had enough."Please, I've been nothing but polite to you, it wouldn't hurt you to return the favor.""Oh please! Tell me would you still be with me if I told you I'm not excepting my father's fortune." So this is what this is about? He's insecure that I might be a gold-digging liar. I should be mad but I get where he comes from. I've had friends who I eventually realized were fake and were only with me for my last name. And it hurts."I'd be marrying you, not your money or family.""Sounds rehearsed." He snapped. I couldn't control my rage after that. No matter how hard I tried he won't warm up to me if he didn't want to."You know, now that I think about it, I wouldn't marry you with or without your fortune." I thundered."Good because I'm in love with someone else." I shook my head with disgust and left to go back towards the mansion. My vision started to disfunction due to the forming tears, not because he broke my heart or anything but because I've never been disregarded like that and he just wasted my time to disrespect me. What have I ever done to him?I was rushed by the elders when they saw me in tears."What happened?""Is everything okay?""Where is Charles?"I was swarmed with questions but I couldn't utter a word. After I was given a glass of water and tissue, I said,"I'm sorry, Mr. And Mrs. Windsor you've been nothing but lovely towards me but I can't marry your son. Father, mother, I think we should take our leave." I said sternly."Don't make up your mind so quickly, dear. Think over the weekend. I know Charles is a difficult person and I apologize for whatever he did to make you cry. But please give him a chance." But I knew nothing could change my mind. Maybe I would forgive Charles for his rude behavior but he loved someone else and I wouldn't change my mind about marrying him."No, I don..." I started."I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior as well. I'm sure she'll come around but we'll take a leave now." My father said and grabbed my hand. Why did he say that? There's no point giving these poor people hope for their useless son."Do you have any idea what you have done, Elena Caroline?" My father scolded me as soon as we reached his study."What do you mean, father. He was very rude..." I defended."They are a very respected family, Elena, you can't just reject like that." My mother stated."I have nothing against their family, their son...""Going against Charles is as good as going against the family. You were digging your own grave.""But mother...""No Elena, we will call them and tell them how very sorry we are about the rejection and that another dinner would be arranged." I couldn't believe my father just said that to my face."No." I stuck firmly."I told you, Andrew, you give her too much freedom, now she's talking back to you." My grandmother interjected. When did that old batalac even get here?"This is my marriage, and I will not marry some douchebag.""Enough. We have the weekend to discuss. Everyone go to your bedroom now. We'll talk about this tomorrow." My father thundered."But there's nothing to talk...""LEAVE." Tears flooded in my eyes, as I ran back to my bedroom, in my heels, might I add. I was so happy about all this.Over the weekend, the fights only intensified and no conclusion was drawn. The Windsors might have got the message when we didn't call back on Sunday. Every argument ended with me slamming my bedroom door, which is why that Monday was worse than any other."You look terrible today, Elena." My best friend, Sam Arthur Johnson, commented when we were coming back from university. I was doing a degree in economics and business so was my younger brother, Philip Tristan, but I don't think he even comes here every day. I don't know what he wants to do but he's still nineteen, it takes time for some people. But my parents have registered him in the same university as mine to learn business management as it is better than doing nothing. He's generally not home on the weekends and many other days. We kind of grew apart since my college started but we love each other."Aren't you a sweet talker?" I asked sarcastically but can you blame me for being grumpy? I went a whole weekend trying to block out my parents trying to force me into a marriage and still managed to complete my assignments."So, what happened?" He asked."You know Charles Windsor?""Everybody knows Charles Windsor, El." He commented in a duh tone."Okay, so my parents want me to marry him but I don't want to," I complained."Let me guess, you want to study and focus on your career.""No, I mean yes. I don't have a problem with marriage, I have a problem with Charles Windsor. I will continue to pursue my career even after marriage so that's out of the question." I explained.He started laughing and I gave him a what's-so-funny glare."Okay, let me dissect your last sentence and state everything that is wrong with it. One, I thought you were a very independent feminist type of girl. Two, you're twenty-one. Three, there's no way you'll continue your career after an arranged marriage. And lastly, no one can have a problem with Charles Windsor." I spent the next five minutes counter-arguing Sam on every point until he agreed, except for the last one."You sure you're not gay?" I mused."Hundred percent. Speaking of, where's your brother?" I laughed. Sam always liked to tease Tris [that's what I call him]."Haven't seen him over the weekend. He'll come around." We went our separate ways when we reached the parking. Something very specific caught my eyes. Charles Windsor was leaning against his black Lamborghini in his Armani suit, typing furiously on his phone.That's good. He should apologize for his behavior but nothing he says will change my mind about the marriage. I won't marry someone whose heart belongs to someone else. I cleared my throat to get his attention. When he looked at me, a dark look possessed his face. His glare bored upon me as he stomped straight towards me. Is this the body language of an apology... I don't think so."YOU! Do you have no self-respect whatsoever? I tell you I love another woman and you're still going ahead with the marriage. You are disgusting! You know, when you left my house that day, I believed that you weren't one of those gold-digging bitches. But look how wrong I was..." A reverberating sound cut him. It took a while for both of our brains to reach the denouement that I had slapped Charles Windsor straight across his cheek in a public parking area. Well, to be fair he insulted me too.