Chapter 7

I've already made plans. But I still haven't prepared myself. We'll talk again tonight when they decide when the wedding will be.

I just looked at myself, emotionless but feeling very tired. I was brought back to my senses by a knock coming from outside my room. I ignored it and didn't even bother to open it.

Mommy...

She approached the seat I was in gently. She performed the same thing as I observed her in the mirror. We assumed a position behind each other and never looked away from one another.

"I hope, you wouldn't hate us for doing this, Czes."

"Mom, this is torture. Is that how dad really hates me? You want me to marry that guy who really hates me to death and you expect me not to hate you?"

She bowed her head, and my eyes were starting to water again.

"I'm sorry, no. He didn't hate you," Mom said.

"He didn't? I doubt. He arranged me to someone, and you don't care about my life in the hands of that man. Why, mom? W-Why are you like this to me?” My voice finally broke because of