A snow white story

"Mommy, I don't wanna get married."

I complained while she pull the soft comb through my hair, gently holding the comb smirking, shaking her head.

"My dear Seon, wether you like it or not you're gonna fall in love and get married someday. You can't stop fate."

I pouted my lips while folding my hands and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her gaze met mine.

"You can't stop tradition Seon, you're gonna fall in love."

She gently placed my hair behind my ear and whispered.

"I pray that you'll find the right one that you love. Patience is key, Seon."