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It's odd that she doesn't have any social media presence, at least not one that I can find, and I can find practically everything when I put an effort in.
The past six weeks haven't gone how I have been expecting them to.
I think I will meet her, and we will plan this wedding together.
I expect her to plan everything and drag me along for the ride.
Only to discover that my father has already set everything up with an event planner, and all either one of us has to do is show up tonight.
I don't know who this Diana is, but part of me does feel bad that she isn't able to plan this wedding.
Regardless of this being an arranged marriage, I know that the majority of the female population has been planning their weddings since they were little girls.
It's important to them, and despite the fact that I could care less, I don't want her to miss out on a serious milestone in her life.
It doesn't work that way, and she is being forced to be here, just like I am.
I don't know what her personality is going to be like.
If she is excited to be married or if she is being forced like I am.
I am torn between which one I want.
Because if she is forced, she is going to be as miserable as I am, and no one deserves that.
However, if she is excited, that means she is a gold digger, and I am going to have my hands full with a princess that I don't want.
Either way, I am going to have to come to some sort of agreement with her.
One that we can both live with.
I have no idea how long I am going to have to put up with this, but I am hoping it won't be too long.
The best I can hope for is that she files for divorce within a year, and then we can both go our separate ways.
I have my own plans for escaping once all of the pieces fall into place.
"I'm not looking. This is a business arrangement, nothing more."
She steps closer to me and runs her hand down my chest. "Then you must be looking for some discreet fun."
Before I even have a chance to gently remove her hand, it is being ripped away from my chest.
"You will not disrespect me tonight," my father growls as his eyes bore holes within Fiona.
I'm not too certain what my father is more upset over.
The fact that she is clearly flirting with me while I am standing here for my wedding rehearsal dinner.
Or the fact that he has been trying to sleep with her for months now, and she is immune to his demands.
Probably both.
It doesn't matter if I am getting married tomorrow, I still wouldn't be fucking her.
I have no problem having random sex, but I tend to avoid the groupies within the organization.
I don't need one getting attached and thinking that something more would be happening between us.
