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Catherine
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Catherine
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It was finally here - the day that most girls spend years planning and preparing, waiting for the day true love will sweep them off their feet and whisper those 4 magical words that will lead them to the glorious day of their wedding;
will you marry me
Yes, It was the day of Catherine's wedding - the day she spent years dreaming of had finally come
And all she wanted to do was cry
Not happy tears, mind you. No, definitely not them - How can one be happy, when your marriage was arranged? When you have never even met your husband to be? And now your parents, the people who you thought loved you, are forcing you to live with a complete stranger? She remembered the moment they broke the news to her as if it was only yesterday. Actually, it was a week ago - not a long time to prepare yourself.
She had had just come back from the park, where she had been testing her newly learn't photography skills on the flower garden. She was happy as she walked through the front door, exited to show her dear parents the photos. However, her smile didn't last too long. Her parents, upon hearing her routine call of "I'm home!" summoned her into the lounge room. When her eyes settled on their serious but happy expressions, she knew something was up. "Uh... whatever I did I'm sorry?" She asked hopefully, setting her camera down in the coffee table before flopping down on the sofa. She looked up at her parents, wondering if they would ever explain what on earth was going on, just as her father (George) cleared his throat. "Cathy" He began, "We have something to tell you, something important" At this, he glanced over at her mother (Katrina) who gives him an encouraging nod.
"You're getting married"
It was as if time had slowed down. She felt her mouth open in surprise, and she attempted to formulate words, but they didn't seem to come out. It left her looking much like a fish struggling for air. He was joking - he had to be joking, as there was no other explanation for it. "Haha, yeah right" She began, finally finding her voice. "Very funny dad" She began to chuckle, but that soon died when her parents did not join in. Oh no, this is bad she thought, panic rising inside of her. They aren't joking.
"Oh... my... god. You can't be serious!" She said, her voice rapidly changing from a whisper to a yell as she stood up to continue "Please, tell me you aren't serious!" her parents just look at her, their expressions blank. They were telling the truth. "And what, you just happened to forget to include me in this? I am actually a living, breathing, person, with actual thoughts and feelings - Or did it just not register in your brains?" She was on the verge of crying, but she forced herself not to. She realised her sisters were probably having their midday nap, so she reluctantly forced herself to calm down, taking a few deep breaths before continuing. "So, there is no changing this, is there?" She said, her voice level but her face showing anything but calm. When her parents failed to answer, she continued. "So, who's the lucky guy? Did he get a say too?" She asked "Actually, I don't want to know" and with that, she turned her back and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her.
Over the course of the week, she had learned that her future husband was named Calum - a 19 year old guy with a rich family. And now she was in their house - in their dressing room, to be precise - getting into her wedding dress. She had to admit, it sure was a beautiful thing. Long and white, with lace covering the bodice that also extended to lace sleeves. Oh, and let's not forget the fact that it was hand made. Her future in laws had spared no expense. Right now, she was having to sit in front of a mirror as a makeup artist did her face, and a hairdresser did her eyes. Her stomach was doing flips as her mind reeled with thoughts and questions; What If he doesn't like me? What if I don't like him?
Am I going to be miserable forever?







