Marriage Preparation.

Alana's POV.

  ***A day to the wedding***

  "Alana, you need to come for fittings, your gown must be chosen today." My mom's voice rang out from the living room.

  

  "Okay!" I yelled back in a hurry, heading downstairs after grabbing my purse and cell phone along with my purse. "Just give me one second-"

  

  I followed her out, the irritation I'm feeling evident on my face, my mom acted like she normally did, pretending to not see how I feel.

  

  Everything felt frustrating, the wedding tomorrow that I have no choice but to be a bride, my thoughts filled with the one night stand I had.

  

  I couldn't stop thinking of Xavier, the night we shared repeated  over and over again, his voice and smile filling every corner of my head.

  

  I groaned in frustration as my mom dragged me inside the wedding dress shop, distracting me from my thoughts.

  

  My eyes scanned the room, it seemed like an endless maze, rows of dresses laid across every surface,  the floor being covered with thick carpet. 

  

  My mom stopped right beside a long, blue dress, it looked like silk and it almost matched my dress perfectly. "Here it is," she exclaimed.

  

  "This is what you'll wear during the reception." She pulled the dress from its place, "It has an open necked style, and this," she picked up another dress, pink, "is more suitable for your skin tone."

  

  "Which one do you prefer?" She asked.

  

  "Have I ever had a choice in what you and dad want from me?" I snapped ,turning away from her.

  

  "Just pick what you think is the best, this wedding is not my choice anyway." I added.

  

  Mom let out a sigh and continued searching through the dresses,I stared at her, my irritation growing every second I eyed the wedding dresses in the room.

  

  "I've found the main dress you'll use tomorrow." My mom held a white dress in front of me, "And it will fit you perfectly."

  

  I rolled my eyes, turning around again. "Great," I muttered to myself as I walked towards the dressing room. 

  

  "Try it on immediately." My mom yelled outside the dressing room as soon as the door closed.

  

  I sighed as I changed out of my clothes into the white dress. It was beautiful, the lace hem reaching to my thighs . The fabric itself looked soft yet elegant, the material feeling smooth under my fingertips as I ran my hands down the length of the dress.

  

  "This is perfect." My mom smiled brightly.

  I didn't bother returning the grin, just gave a nod and started getting ready to leave.

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  "You better behave yourself tomorrow." My dad said immediately I stepped inside the house.

  

  I frowned, my mood dropping even further. "Of course I will, dad. Why wouldn't I?" I replied sarcastically.

  

  He shook his head disapprovingly. "Don't be silly."

  

  He said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "We're here to support you throughout it all tomorrow." He added.

  

  I scoffed, "Yeah, support."

  

  "What is wrong with you?" my dad yelled, I stared at him, knowing no explanation would make him change his mind.

  

  I mumbled. "You've never supported me in any way, you make me do what you want, so stop pretending like you care Dad." I took a step forward and turned around. "I'm gonna change." I added the last words.

  

  I heard the sound of footsteps, they stopped just before I got into the bedroom.

  

  My heart skipped a beat when I turned around, only to see him walking towards me with an angry expression.

  

  "I won't repeat this again, you'll be at the wedding tomorrow and will get married like planned." With each word my father uttered the fury grew, I kept staring at him, tears brimming my eyes.

  

  I felt like an animal, an animal caged and cornered by my parents.

  

  "Yes sir." I replied quietly as I walked into my room.

  

  I went into the bathroom and washed my face, I tried to ignore my crying but my heart kept racing.

  

  When I opened the bathroom door, I found Cara standing in my room.

  

  "Hey you." I sniffled, walking over to her and hugging her tightly.

  

  She hugged me too, pulling back slightly. 

  

  "Your parents said I should stay here since I'm your bridesmaid."

  

  "Don't talk about anything related to the wedding, I'm in a sour mood, hearing anything related to the wedding will just piss me off more." I sighed, rubbing my temples.

  

  Cara nodded knowingly, "Okay," She replied. 

  

  "At least you had fun before all this." Cara  grinned at me, trying to lighten my mood.

  

  "That's debatable, but yeah the sex was amazing." I mumbled, taking some water from my mini fridge and gulping it down. "How'd your day go?" I asked, changing the topic.

  

  She shrugged, "Good, I had to avoid my parents, though I know after your marriage, I'll have no choice but to marry."

  

  "Our life sucks." I groaned, putting my head in the palms of my hands.

  

  "I brought alcohol." Cara announced holding up two bottles of red wine.

  

  I collected a bottle immediately, I needed a good buzz if I planned to calm my nerves down.

  

  "I just wish he'll stop trying to rise to the top by using me." I sighed thinking of how my dad is only using marriage as an excuse to move up the popularity and money chain.

  

  I mean, who doesn't love a good marriage? 

  But why do I have to marry who my dad wants for him to get what he wants? Why do I have to marry when I'm not ready?

  

  The thoughts were running inside my head, making my blood boil.

  

  "I'm tired." I sighed, throwing myself onto the bed.

  

  "I'm feeling sleepy." Cara sighed climbing up next to me.

  

  I smiled softly, looking at her. She looked exhausted, I closed my eyes hoping sleep would take me.