Mira’s POV.
It bothered me that my father was having it in mind to have me married to someone I had no feelings for, for even a single day. It pained me that my mother couldn’t even have my back in this though she was far away. I tried as much as possible to get these thoughts off my head as I dug into the chicken lap string right into Dad's eyes as he had himself full of turkey laps in his hands.
“Are you alright my angel?” He asked, licking his mouth, which was somewhat oily.
I never wanted to give him a reply to that because he knew it was looking obvious I wasn’t. I, however, resolved to give out my response to make it all square and fair.
“Yes I, am,”
“Are you sure about that?” He asked further, trying to drop the turkey's lap and cleaning his hands on the moist face towel.
