After the shopping trip, Morgan was so angry with that she refused to speak to . I welcod this result as it made the drive ho very peaceful.
When we pulled up to our house, I noticed that there were many cars in the driveway.
I wonder what’s going on. I don’t believe we were expecting visitors.
My mind automatically thought of Christian, causing to step out of the car with excitent. Without delay, I followed Morgan and Cherie into the house.
As soon as we stepped into our large living room, we all noticed the luxurious white decorations strung around the room.
My mother walked over and greeted us, "Oh good! You ladies are back just in ti! Hurry to your rooms and get changed, we have sothing very exciting for you!"
Exciting?
For so reason, I wasn’t feeling very excited but followed instructions and went to my room to change. As I entered, I noticed that there was a box on my bed.
"Mother probably prepared clothing for us," I mumbled and went to open it.
Inside was a long white strapless gown. It was beautiful and made with a white lace top layer, giving it a very feminine touch.
"I’m a little surprised about the strapless cut...Maybe mother is becoming bolder?"
The dress fit perfectly, but there was sothing about it that just felt off. It seed a little too formal.
Shrugging it off, I fixed my hair to better match the strapless dress and made my way back over to the living room to see what the special occasion was all about.
The first thing I noticed was that I was the only one dressed in white. Morgan and Cherie were wearing their usual colorful dresses, looking at with a peculiar expression.
My mother quickly walked over to my side to fix my hair a little more. "Good, good. Stand over here," she said, pulling over to the center of the room.
I began to feel nervous. Everyone was looking at , but no one told what was happening.
"Mother wh--"
"Shh, just stand there quietly!" she hushed , cutting off.
I frowned, but did as I was told. A few monts later, my worst nightmare ca to life. The doors swung open, and Karl, dressed in a fancy suit, wobbled over in front of .
Realizing what was going on, I began to feel sick. My head started to spin while my stomach tied itself into a thousand knots. Every step Karl took as he approached made my entire body freeze.
A disgusting smile crept up on his face. He looked at with nothing but lust-- a hungry lust.
His eyes didn’t stop running up and down my body. I was certain that he was picturing naked, stripping my clothes off in my mind.
From the sidelines, Morgan was beaming. Her smile alone said a thousand words about how happy she was.
"Leslie, from the mont I laid my eyes on you, I knew that it was you I wanted to have. Will you marry ?" asked Karl, getting down on one knee.
NO! A thousand tis no!
Tears began to well up in my eyes. I stood there frozen in shock. I wanted to scream ’NO’ at the top of my lungs, but my body wouldn’t let make a sound.
I looked at my Father and Mother, who were standing behind Karl, begging them with my eyes.
"N--"
"She will."
My Father’s cold voice sounded from behind Karl. He looked at with a threatening look, warning that if I said anything else, there would be consequences.
Still, I shook my head as tears flowed down my face, "Father, please!"
Instead of sympathy, my cries caused my father to storm over to my side, "Yes, Leslie. You will beco Karl’s bride!"
He forcefully reached and grabbed my hand, holding it out in front of Karl to allow him to place the ring on my finger.
I tried my best to rip my shaking hand out of my Father’s grasp, but his grip was too strong.
Karl licked his lips and slowly slipped the diamond ring on my finger. At this point, I had no other thoughts-- only to run away.
His grimy hands rubbed against mine. He was clearly enjoying the feeling of my smooth skin. Internally, I was screaming. Begging my body to just cause to pass out so that I didn’t have to experience this tornt a mont longer.
My hopes, my dreams, were all being shattered at this very mont, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
As soon as the ring was firmly placed on my finger, Karl turned to my father and nodded, "With this, I accept your request."
Request?!
To make matters even worse, I was openly being used as a bargaining chip. They didn’t even bother moving to a different room to discuss this.
Morgan suddenly clapped, "Congratulations, sister! Now we both have found our happiness, aren’t we so lucky?"
Her smile was taunting. She watched the proposal with amusent, happy that he was marrying a prince, while I got soone who felt like he should be locked up in prison.
Why. Why ? Why can’t I ever get anything good in this life?
My thoughts drifted to Christian. If I told him, would he be able to help ? Would he care enough to get out of this ss? Would he miss ?
My mind began to spiral, while the tears continued to flow down my face. I couldn’t stand it anymore and ran back to my room.
"It’s okay, Mrs. Moresi. I know that girls can get emotional on such occasions. The most important part has already been done." Karl spoke behind , without a care about my intense reaction. He didn’t care if I agreed or not. Knowing that my parents supported him was enough.
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As soon as I reached my room, I ripped the ring off my finger and tossed it into the corner of my room. I tore the dress off my body, uncaring if I had damaged it in the process, before burying my head into my pillow.
It felt like I had cried for hours. The sadness, resentnt, and anger all ca gushing out at once. I hated everyone and everything.
I couldn’t believe that my parents would sell . There was nothing good about Karl, so I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was that they got out of this deal.
I continued to cry and cry, letting out every last bit of my pent-up emotions. I continued to cry until it finally happened. My body broke down, and it shut itself off, causing to pass out.
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