Threads of Fate

Alora

Alora POV

Why is this happening to me? It's not like I'm unwilling to find someone—I just haven't met the right person yet. But my mother, in her infinite wisdom, decided to take matters into her own hands and signed me up for some dating trip through an agency I've never even heard of. And of course, it's happening tomorrow.

I stared at the open suitcase on my bed, my fingers gripping the fabric of a neatly folded dress. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I tossed it inside. My mother's hopeful voice echoed in my head, making my chest tighten. I wanted to storm downstairs and demand an explanation, but the thought of the disappointment in her eyes made my stomach knot.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," I muttered under my breath, shoving another shirt into the bag.

A five-day trip for singles to "find their match." Sounds more like hell than a vacation. My mother, of course, is thrilled. Honestly, it feels like she's the one going on this trip, not me. Not that I'd mind swapping places, but saying that to her face? No way—I value my life too much.

"Earth to Lora!" My mother's voice shattered my thoughts. Lina Wills, my ever-enthusiastic well-wisher, stood in the doorway, hands on her hips. "Stop daydreaming and show some excitement! You might meet a hunky guy, and I won't have to die worrying that you'll end up single."

I winced. "Mum, don't say that! You're not going to die anytime soon. I won't let you." She knows how sensitive I am about that word, and I saw the smile fade from her eyes.

"Lora, don't be sad. It was just a figure of speech. I didn't mean to upset you. Don't worry, I won't go anywhere before you find the one. Now, get yourself together. You're going on a trip!"

I bit back a sigh. What's there to be excited about? It's not like I'm actually going to meet someone I'd want to be with.

"More like hell," I whispered under my breath, hoping she wouldn't hear.

"Lora, why are you being so apathetic? Am I forcing you?" Her voice was tinged with disappointment, and I couldn't bear to see her like that.

"No, Mum, it's just... I'm nervous. Being around so many strangers in a house for four days is nerve-wracking."

She stepped closer, her expression softening. "Lora, my love, I understand your fear. But this is for you. I don't want the past to hold you back. I want you to find happiness. Please, give it a try—not just for yourself, but for me."

How could I say no to the woman who's sacrificed so much for me? With a deep breath, I nodded and forced a smile. Her face lit up like I'd just handed her the moon.

Three hours later, I was finally done packing. Three hours of struggling to prepare for a trip that felt more like a punishment than an adventure. Who wouldn't overreact if their mother signed them up for a dating trip happening tomorrow? I'd rather overreact than pretend to be calm like some lunatic.

Mothers are a strange breed—hot-tempered and terrifying when angry, but also the most loving and caring people you'll ever meet. The perfect mix of spice and sweetness.

By the time I finished my internal tantrum and zipped up the suitcase, it was already 8 p.m.

"Lora, time for dinner! Come out!" my mother called from downstairs.

I trudged down to find her seated at the dining table, beaming with pride. The spread in front of her was a dead giveaway of her mood—my favorite, Mutton Biryani. The rich aroma of spices filled the room, and I couldn't help but feel a little comforted.

I've always preferred Asian food over Western dishes—there's something about the bold flavors and spices that just hits differently. My mum, being Indian, has spoiled me with her cooking. As I took my first bite, the warmth of the food seeped into me, lifting my spirits just a little.

Maybe this trip won't be so bad after all.

Fighting!