Arranged Marriage With Mr Playboy – Episode 3

ARRANGE MARRIAGE WITH MR. PLAYBOY

RACING HEARTS

Written By: Pamela James

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Chapter 3

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Kiara

I thought for a while, about life.

Am I the only one that does this?

Reflects in the shower.

Probably,

But I wonder what kind of ‘secret’ my mum and dad are keeping from me.

Is it like an early birthday
present?

A house?

Or even better, is Desmond coming home?

Desmond is my older brother. He is 23 years old and I haven’t seen him in literally forever.

He bought his own
house when he was 21, because he got married to my sister-in-law named Rita.

I know what you are thinking, he got married so early?

Well, in my family, it’s tradition to get married so early.

And no, it wasn’t a love marriage.

It was an arranged marriage.

For generations in my family, arranged
marriages were the only types of
marriages.

Even my parents were in an arranged marriage, but they
fell in love on the way.

I know that I’m also gonna get married like that, but not so soon. I mean, age
Nineteen is way too early.

Especially for a girl like me.

But other than that, I miss my brother.

And I hope the secret actually does have to do with him.

It will be just amazing.

Twenty minutes later when I ended the shower, I dried up my
wet body.

My towel was wrapped tightly around me, my long brown
hair dripping wet from the shower rain.

Glancing at the dress my mum had laid out on the bed, I smiled.

But, why the need of a dress?

I shrugged, drying up and slipping it
on.

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

Ugly.

Worthless.

Slùt.

Wh0re.

The words came rushing back to me like a bullet shooting
from a mile away.

But, they were all right.

I was everything they said I was.

I shook the thought away, calling my mum upstairs.

“Mum, I put it on!”

In less than a second or two, mum came into my room, smiling.

“You look beautiful.”
but I knew that was a lie. She is my mum, she had to say that.

I smiled in and said a ‘thank you.

“Do your hair, okay? Then meet your father and I downstairs.”

I nodded as she left the room.

Sighing, I went into my closet again.

I sat on the desk in the middle of it, where all my makeup
and supplies were.

I opened one of the drawers, and took out a curler.

After curling my hair, I powdered my face with a small amount of makeup.

Just lip gloss, mascara, and eyeliner.

Nothing else. I smacked my lips together, satisfied with my work.

I never liked makeup anyway…..

Dress..
Hair…
Makeup..
Heels…

I did as mum told me to, and strolled downstairs.

Mum and dad were waiting in front of the front door.

They were both also dressed up.

Mum was in a beautiful red sheath dress and my dad in a
tuxedo.

Why the heck are we all dressed up like this?

Where are we
going to?

I came out from the house and my mother locked the door. We headed to my dad’s car.

Sighing, I buckled up in the back seat and put my headphone in my ear.

To be continued