Page 12 of The Don's Arranged Marriage

I have been dreading it for six weeks and now it is finally here.

I have noticed in the past week that I haven't been feeling the best.

I know it is the added stress with my pending wedding approaching.

The past six weeks have been long ones.

I have had to plan a wedding without any say.

I still have yet to even see a photo of the man I am set to marry.

I have had to go and pick out a dress for myself.

I can't pick anything else out though.

My father has told me what the flowers are, where the venue is, who the bridesmaids are, which aren't even my friends but family members of my new husband.

The wedding rings, cake, everything is decided by his side of the family.

It is supposed to be my wedding, and I have been told what it is going to look like and who will be in it.

Despite not getting a say, I am still feeling the stress of it, and it is starting to affect me physically, and it is only going to get worse before tonight.

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I am going to throw up.

I am going to live out one of my nightmares where I throw up in a room full of people.

I am not feeling up to this.

I am exhausted, and all I want is my bed, but it is the one thing I am not going to be able to have.

This is going to be hell; that is the only way to describe it.

I am going to have to put on a fake smile and meet a shitload of people that I have no desire to meet.

One of which includes my new soon-to-be husband.

My stomach tightens at the thought of meeting this man.

I am expecting the worst, but I don't really know what the worst in this world looks like.

My mind is conjuring up the Godfather.

Fluffy, smokes constantly, volatile temper, handsy, and misogynistic.

Anything outside of that, I have no idea.

For all I know, my future husband has two heads and four arms.

"You will be on your best behavior and smile," my father demands, as we pull up to the rehearsal venue.

"Yes, Sir."

I have gotten good at putting on a fake smile and grinding my teeth through these types of events.

Though typically I wouldn't be getting married the next day.

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