I HATE my husband. Right

Amara's P.O.V Amara's P.O.V "You are going to get married sweety."My mom said cheerfully. Like as if my life just didn't turn upside down. I DON'T WANT TO MARRY that's what I wanted to scream on top of my lungs. But I kept a neutral face. I was doing this for my parents. Before we go on I should introduce myself.My name is Amara and I am a senior in college just 4 months to go and right now we are in break for 2 weeks. "I don't want to marry mom." I whispered. Her eyes filled with disappointment and that hut the most. Why can't she understand me I just want to be alone. Independent not dependent on men. Tied down by their rules and the rules that society made for us women. "You are going to meet him today in 30 minutes at the restaurant. This marriage is for business purpose only." My mom said coldly. I nodded and went upstairs. I changed into a black crop top that says YOU GLOW GIRL and white/gray striped pants. I picked up my phone. You all are wondering where the makeup part is. The thing is that I hate makeup and I never wear it even for parties. I don't need to anyway I am perfect just like this. I picked up my phone and texted my boyfriend. Yes I have a boyfriend. Meet me at the restaurant in five min. I wrote it and sent it. I then went outside and got my blue bike from the garage I put on my helmet and zoomed to the restaurant.