1 Wedding day

When Jessie envisioned her wedding day, she visualised herself surrounded by her wonderful family, all blushing and teary eye that she's getting married. Of course, her family was far from pleasant. In fact, they hated each other. And if under any other circumstances, where she was to get wed, she would have invited none of them. They were too embarrassing to have around, especially her father.

Nevertheless, this was not how she imagined her wedding day. She was not happy. Was confused, and felt fat.

As Jessie stood there admiring her too-thin figure. She frowned at her reflection, that wore makeup for the first time in her life to cover up her overly pale skin. Jessie's hair, which was usually untamed, was now combed neatly today in a curly updo style, something that she didn't do often. She knotted sliver clips in the loose curls, making her wonder how in the hell will she get them out.

The skin on her arm seemed paler than before. As she felt sick to her stomach, which made her face green under the orange looking make-up that caked her face.

"This is definitely not my skin colour. But who cares? No one is here to help me either way. I know zero about make-up and I doubt I look as good as I think I do." Jessie talked to herself.

She wiped the red lipstick off her bow-shaped lip and applied the one that says poly pink.

"What does that even mean?"

She then smacked her lips together, actually liking the oddly named colour.

She slipped the lipstick in her bra, not knowing if she would see such a pleasant colour again.

Jessie sighed, wishing that she could make a run for it. Maybe crash through the window and dash to an awaiting car, but those things only happen in movies and her life was anything but.

"This is real life. It is my wedding day today. A day in which I am to be happy and smiling, but I am far from such. This is a life sentence, to marry so young and fast." She said to her reflection.

Thinking that people her age only got married to get a green card or because of a baby, things like this didn't happen in modern days.

But she thought about it. Things like that did. She watched it a few times on TLC whenever she got the chance.

Jessie frowned at the beautiful girl staring back at her. Not feeling beautiful at all.

She leaned on the vanity for support as she felt another breakdown coming on.

"I should be happy about this, but how can I be?" she sobbed.

Jessie took up a wet wipe, ready to remove the make-up from her face.

Then she paused.

"This just isn't me." Jessie threw down the make-up wipe.

Her natural thick pink lips were being hidden by a too bright pink matte lipstick, her long face was contoured to give off an oval-shaped illusion, the bottom of her nose was way too straight because of contouring as well and her usually lively hazel eyes were now lifeless.

Yet still, she has to get married, or else something might happen to her. Though she didn't know what, but her guess is that it won't be anything good.

"But why I am forced into an arranged marriage?"

"I'm being forced into marriage." Jessie cried.

Then fell into a fit of hysterical laughter, which soon turned into sobs that rocked her body.

''I'm getting married. By force.'' Her voice cracked. ''I can't do this, I can't marry a man I hardly know.''

"I can't do this, I can't, I can't." Jessie repeated to herself over and over, pacing the room that she should get ready in for what is supposedly the biggest day of her life.

''Why am I even forced to do this''? Jessie asked, still talking to herself.

She held my head in her hands, thinking of all the possibilities that could go wrong.

She didn't know the man or woman she was to get married to.

"Like fu*k, what if they are a part of the mob and I get killed?" Jessie questioned herself. "Or worst, they are a part of a cult and I am their sacrifice." She sobbed again.

Suddenly, Jessie straightened up. "Maybe instead of thinking about it, I should just run. No. There are bodyguards at every parameter. I am sure one is at the door."

Jessie gave a small knock on the door just to test her theory, and she was right. A small cough came, followed by a sharp knock.

Jessie felt conflicted, she didn't know who this person was; she has whenever seen him or her before, or even know of his name, yet here she was dressed in white ready to get married to some Mafia, heavily protected healthy man. Hell, she didn't even know it was a man. Could be a female or a dog.

''Oh, the sense of humour my father has." Jessie laughed to herself. "I bet he sold me to some Italian drug lord, but why me and not Janice? She's the eldest. More accomplished, I haven't even finished Uni as yet. I still want to become a veterinarian and own my own animal shelter and grooming dog spa."

Jessie paused. "how did he even find me? "Bloody hell with it."

She paced the length of the spacious room. She didn't even have friends here, not like she had any. But just the fact that they whisked her away from her life so suddenly, she hardly had time to think.

Like seriously, Jessie was in the bathroom when a bag was placed over her head. All she heard were voices and growling. Now here she was, with her bastard of a father telling her to get ready in thirty minutes and her mother standing beside him and smiling like a bloody baboon.

"Move it!"

Jessie smiled after hearing the unmistakable voice of her sister yelling, Kimberly. The youngest of the Thomas siblings, the only one that has a mouth on her and wasn't afraid to kick a*s.

"Jess!"

"I'm in here!” She shouted back, smiling at the thought of seeing her face.

Kimberly was the only female as sweet as honey, that can go from an angel to devil in a second. Zero to a hundred real quick, she liked to say, speaking like a true American even though she's British. She wasn't normal.

Kimmy gushed the minute she laid her eyes on her sister. "Oh, Sissy. Look at how beautiful you are. Too bad this man is still a mystery, well at least he's rich. You should see the bloody garden, with those lovely decorations and the reception area. Ohhh, Sissy.''

"How did you even know where to find me?'' Jessie asked.

Kimmy gave a sheepish smile. "Well, when you didn't come back to her room. I got to thinking, then went home and heard your father talking."

Jessie scoffed. "Our father.''

"In this moment you are the golden child.'' Kimmy said, then spoke about how beautiful the place was.

Jessie pleaded with her sister, "Kimmy, can you focus for even the slightest minute? I'm getting married for crying out loud.''

"Yeah, that. I'm sure it will be fine. I mean, if dad is ok with it, then why not.'' She said.

Jessie frowned. "Because it's dad, the same man that almost lost our house because of drunk, gambling over in Cobh. Heavens only knows how he got there to begin with. And if you think this is a bloody good idea, why don't you go get married to this mysterious sicko, yeah.'' Jessie ranted, trying to make Kimmy see reasoning.

Countering, Kimmy said. "Ow, be happy, yea. Jessie, at least you'll be getting out of this s**t hole.''

"Alright, yeah. And what sh*t hole will I be getting into?'' Jessie asked.

There was a long intense stare-down between them. As usual, Kimberly didn't back down, so Jessie looked away first.