Mr. Chu

☆.¸¸.Chapter 8

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"I .. I told you guys already I'm not going to marry him..."             I'm at my limit.

"Yes you did dear. You told us many times." The lady who was beside me said, her voice not wavering even after the countless times I repeated. 

"If so," I shifted to face Mrs. Lawson.

"What is all this!?" I bursted again, letting out my pent up rage, well pent up rage in my opinion, but the people around weren't even surprised anymore. They didn't react as if saying they were already used to it. 

 I coughed and composed myself. Of course, even though I yelled I tried to sound respectful. Everyone around me as of this moment is older and my mother would be devastated if I spoke rudely to any one of them.

"Miss please hold still. We can't get your measurements if you keep on moving like that." The lady wrapped the tape measure tighter on my waist. I couldn't help squeek at the sudden pressure. 

"Sorry about that." The lady told me, loosening the measuring device. 

I shut my eyes, telling myself to keep calm.

"I don't want you to get my measurements!" But of course, it didn't work.

Mrs. Lawson stifled her giggled and continued reading her magazine. She was utterly enjoying this wasn't she? Her lips curves into a smile everytime she looks at the magazine which was about weddings. Please tell me she isn't exactly basing things off those magazines. 

The lady carefully put the tape measure on my bust while a stylist was holding up cloth for me to choose from. I didn't understand what was the difference between the two pieces of cloth she was holding. They were both white, what difference does it make?

If you haven't guessed it yet, I am still at the Lawsons' mansion and currently being forced to stand still while they get my measurements to make me fit into a wedding gown! 

When the topic of marriage came up I wanted to run away. I tried many ways to escape but they were all useless. 

No matter what kind of front I put up against them, the Lawsons' manage to break it down everytime. The struggle I put up was no match to their ability to disregard everything and with everything I mean my basic human rights and common sense.  They are the only people I know who would plan a wedding in one day and still make it as grand as The Royal Wedding. Given more time, I dare say, they could surpass it ten-fold!

With the limited time they had, they already booked a priest, catering, an orchestra and had 200 guest respond to the invitation in a matter of minutes. I have no idea who they invited but they assured me, much to my dismay, that they also invited people from my side. 

I don't want to mix business in my son's wedding so we invited only friends and family. Was what Mr. Lawson said but 200+ people as friends and family only is seriously a stretch. 

I looked at the wall clock and held in my gasp.

In less than 4 hours, everything would be set and I would have no way out of this debacle.

I want to cry. T.T

"Alright then, we are finished here. Please deliver the dress before 7. The payment will come after."

Mrs. Lawson bid them farewell but didn't leave the room with them. Instead she waited inside with me, sipping her tea and casually humming a sweet tune. I would have appreciated the alone time but it would be rude to tell her to go out a room of her own house. I should just be grateful for the company.