My family's choice

Chapter Three

Aunt Becky starts to caress my hand and I couldn't hold back anymore "what is it auntie?"

"Can't I just hold my husband's neices hand?" No! you can't! I thought to myself "yes, you can" I replied.

After awhile she starts to speak "you know your uncle has been going through a lot for a long time now, he took care of you since when you five" I looked at her like 'are you really going to the extent of emotional black mail now?' but kept quiet still.

She did as if she did not notice the look I was giving her and instead continues to talk "business has been slowing for over 2 years now and he needs the support from Mr Walker or else the business will go bankrupt" that's when she finally looked up

"So what are you saying auntie?" Let her just come straight to the point.

"Get married to Mr Walker" she said plainly. While trying stand up from the bed I was sitting on, she added. "He promised to give us a good deal on one condition, that he marry our daughter" I looked at her in disbelief.

"But I'm not even your biological daughter!" I replied. I stood up and looked at her "yes, you guys raised me, but I'm not your biological daughter!"

Uncle barged in looking so furious, "I've asked Mr Walker and has agreed to marrying her" says my uncle, I wonder what is wrong with this walker guy, why is he so desperate to get married, does he have some kind of illness and no one wants to marry him for it and that's why he resulted this? I hope not.

"you are going to marry him whether you like it or not." We kept eye contact for only God knows how long.

"you are lucky to even have yourself marry a man with such high standards. Consider yourself lucky… you should be thanking us for you this opportunity!!" He yelled, I shrieked from how loud he is and scared I am.

He then walked out and left me frozen in place. Auntie walks in my view "I give you 5 minutes to get yourself together" I stared at her.

She grabbed my jaw tightly and continued with a low threatening voice "When I come back with the makeup artist I don't want to hear any protest coming from you, make sure you behave. Do you understand?" I nodded. She shoves my head so hard that I loose my balance and fall back on the bed.

Immediately she exits the room, I burst into tears. Who gave I wronged? Why is this happening to me?

5 minutes later…

I was still sitting on the bed lost in thought, what will become of me? I'm I getting married to an old man? Is he even going to treat me right? At least will he treat me with respect? These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, revealing auntie with two other women.

I start to back away a little when she spoke up "you either choose the easy way or the hard way." She fake smiled.

She walked closer to me and lowered her voice so it's just me that could here her "you can just sit and these two lovely ladies with make look good and ready for your wedding or I let my husband who has two guards outside by the way to force you to comply and we wouldn't want the bride to go through stress now, do we?" I looked at her with teary eyes and quietly went and sat on a stool.

The ladies immediately got to work. I just zoned out thinking of how my life would now be like. How it would be like if my parents were still alive. A tear fell and I came back to reality and apologized to her and wiped it off.

After an hour or so I was getting dressed in Eva's wedding gown. I do look beautiful but unhappy. I looked in the mirror and I see sad looking set of brown eyes, these pair of eyes held so much agony and pain.

A sound of a clap from auntie brought me out of my daze "okay! We're good to go now!" She held my arm and took me out of the room to go meet my uncle by the entrance, where the bride is supposed to walk down the isle.

As we got the closer I could see the relief on my uncle's face when he saw us 'at least I'll be helping them, maybe this will make them not hate me more than they already do.' I thought to myself.

"You look beautiful anastasia" uncle says, looking down at me. That made me feel relief, the way he looked at me, I could see sympathy. The gown showed a decent amount of cleavage, the sleeves were long sleeve which is made with white lace. A thin laced veil covered my face.

I hooked my arm with my uncle's as he leads me towards the isle. As we are walking, it started to dawn on me that this is not a joke. That my life will not be the same after this. I start to freak out but Uncle martin holds my hand tightly, giving a little support.

Thankfully the heels were not too high or else I would have fallen.

As we walked down the isle I noticed there is only a full of people that were present. Maybe they got tired of waiting and left or maybe they never invited many people.

I try to distract my self but thinking of these things, it's not even my wedding in the first so why would I care if certain people are not invited.

My thoughts where interrupted when I felt my uncle stop walking, I looked up at him a little lost "here she is Mr Walker, please do take care of her" that's when I snapped my head to meet with the old moron.

I gasped when we locked eyes, I thought I would be seeing an old man but the site before me was… wow!

My eyes fan on in Miami with a black tuxedo, standing beside the priest. My heart skips a bit.

I haven't had such reactions in years. I shamelessly checked him out. From his broad shoulder, to his chest, down to his shiny shoes. My eyes finally looked back to his five, his eyes. It is the most captivating eyes I've ever seen, I never thought I'd see a man with such beautiful blue eyes.

I can't seem to look away, he's definitely not an old man. He looks to be in his early thirties. His jaw is sharp 'perfect', his hair is black with loose curls. His eyes had long eyelashes. Even his nose is perfectly fitted for his face. How can someone be so… handsomely perfect!

When he takes my hand from uncle's I got to see how tall he is. He towers about six inches above my five feet four inches. He looks down at me, as if rating me. I feel so small in his gaze, definitely feels like trouble is on the way.

Why me?