LEADING A PRETENTIOUS LIFE

Prologue

Have you ever heard of someone undergoing an arranged marriage? Okay, maybe I should rephrase my words.

Have you seen someone undergoing an arranged marriage in the twenty first century? Right!

Well, mine is just another case, actually a big weird and misconception that I was going to lay in front of my own parents eyes. Isn't that just thrilling, to fool your own parents that from now onwards you are going to be living a fairy tale happy ending like all blind-in-love couples?

Double thumbs up for those who got it and a note, really important one for those who did not comprehend.

PLEASE NOTE MY SARCASM IN THE WORDS ABOVE

And may I add another one?

SOS, I NEED HELP ASAP

So, now I'm going to enter the life all girls who always had an imaginary Barbie dream house with a handsome look alike Ken, A pretentious life. All thanks to my dearest to-be husband Andrew Mosby, who's going to exchange vows in front of my majestically and ancient but loving house where my childhood was spent into irritating the hell out of my brothers. Oh I think I'm going to cry right now…. Because maybe …. I think this marriage is going be a big mistake. For me, Andrew and everybody who've been keeping great hopes for this marriage to work seriously, and for the accurate information I received, it's a big no-no coming. So what do I do? There's absolutely no love between us, not even an ounce. So, the hell this marriage is going to work and the craziest thing is that I don't know anything about him and vice versa.

I so want to cry and run away from here.

That's it. The superb solution of this is run away.

After a few moment

Shit, Shit, Bullshit, horseshit. This cannot be happening to me. What happened?

When I proceeded to run away the first escape way was my window, which was eerily jammed, but opened and started to shower my gratefulness on the existed gods there might have been, just to realise that my big frilly and white monster of a dress wouldn't allow me to pass through that freaking window, and when I proceeded to zip down the dress, it just won't.

Damn it, I'm stuck here like I'm in a freaking impasse. Oh god don't hate…. Just for today.

I let out a maniacally laugh….. Maybe just, maybe I'm going be a mad woman who turned crazy on her own wedding day.

"Jenny, I'm coming" there was a loud voice indicating its arrival in my room.

"Ooh, you look so great."

Parker said fussing with my hair.

"You're so going to love this day. This is going to be the most memorable day of your life. Trust me."

And in no time I saw myself walking down the aisle, fear creeping down my spine, having me latching on my own Dad's arm. There's no one to rescue, no one. Turning back I saw my cheerful past…. Looking ahead of me where there was a hand forward to grab mine, I could see my doom, and his doom.