Marry Me, Ms. Stranger

“Meeting someone and marrying them are two vastly different things,” I said to him quietly, crossing my arms, “What exactly is your plan?”

“I’m planning to get married. To you!” He said, looking straight into my eyes.

“That was selective hearing on your part, sir.” I said, “I won’t marry you.”

His jaw gritted so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. His voice came out in a growl. “Why are you trying so hard not to like me? It’s a pretty good deal.”

“It’s a crappy deal wrapped up in stupidity. I would rather have all my teeth pulled out using pliers without anesthesia than marry a stranger,” I replied.

“There is no going back, Ms. Lewis. The sooner you accept, it’s better for everyone,” He snapped back, his voice cutting.

“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand? The ‘n’ or the ‘o’? I don’t want to marry you,” I shouted.

“You will accept. You will say ‘Yes’ to this marriage.” He enunciated each word slowly as if he was biting them off with his teeth.

Who is this stranger who wants to marry Anita? Will she say yes or no? Or will she finally take control of her life, or is there something much larger at play here? So many questions jam together in her brain; Anita didn’t know which to ask first. But she had to make a decision, quick.