Husband-to-be

Another day another dress-up, this one was way more exhausting than the other one. Mom put me in an uncomfortable dress that I could barely move in, it hugged every inch of my body barely giving me room to breathe. She insisted on putting my hair in a bun which I wasn't comfortable with but couldn't argue, I hated having my hair up it made my neck feel like they were exposed.

It was the day I was to meet my husband to be apparently, I had gone through the family tree of the Valois and I still couldn't guess who it would be. Every part of me was nervous and anxious at the same time. I expected Mom to confront me about speaking back to Dad or being rude to him like she would love to call it but she didn't. I guess she didn't want anything to spoil the very important day.

“We have to start going we can't keep them waiting!!” Dad shouted from downstairs

“We would be down in a minute,” Mom said choking me with the hair spray for the thousandth time

“Mom you need to help me do my hair,” Kayla said running into my room wearing the skimpiest dress I have ever laid my eyes on

Are we going to the same place?

Immediately Mom left whatever she was doing on me and turned over to Kayla and helped her style her hair. I was in a formal dinner gown so was Mom so I didn't get why Kayla was dressed like that because she even looked too sluty for a party. Her breast was almost all out and the dress was way too short for a formal dinner but Mom didn't say anything so maybe it wasn't so bad

After what felt like forever we all left the house, the car ride was quiet, the thumping in my chest could be heard from a mile away, no one said a word to me neither did I we just rode, and the closer we got the louder my heart was beating, I was so scared of  what the outcome would be that I felt like throwing up

“We are here” Kayla whispered in my ear as the car slowed down, I'm sure she was having the time of her life taunting me. I came down from the car taking one step at a time I felt like a death row prison walking to go get executed.

“Smile,” Mom said pinching my arm but my mind was too occupied to do as she had said

“I said smile, don't try anything funny or your sister doesn't get her surgery” Mom threatened, my eyes traveled to hers and she wore a big ass smile on her face that she didn't just spew out threats. They were all unbelievable 

“Mr Valois we are so sorry for keeping you waiting,” Dad said as we entered the restaurant, he walked quickly over to where they sat. It was the first time I saw Dad bow to someone else which was really weird to watch but it just shows how extremely powerful the Valois are, their name only exudes power.

“Ah no it is fine,” the man who came to the house said with a smile from my research he was Ryan Valois the acting CEO and second son of Kane Valois. I tried to do research on the first son but there was nothing about him or pictures of him so I just assumed he was dead

“Have a seat please, the groom is running late” Ryan laughed, there was something in his tone when he spoke about the “groom” it sounded mocking but I wasn't sure.

“So what's the name?” Ryan’s mother asked, her eyes sending me glares but her lips were curled in a tight smile. The question came too fast that I suddenly didn't know how to speak again 

“She asked you a question,” Mom said through her teeth

“N-naya my name is Naya” I stuttered 

“You did a really good job Amarie, not everyone has the heart to do what you and your husband have done. Picking up an orphan and polishing her to look this good is truly commendable” She said to my mom, making my heart drop to my stomach 

“Both her and her sister are our daughters, I would never make them feel less,” Mom said while I just sat there frozen avoiding eye contact with everyone

“You did a great job no one would be able to guess,” She said with a little laugh

“And your daughter here is so beautiful” she added her tone changing instantly, she held Kayla's hand lovingly

“Not as beautiful as you Mrs Valois,” Kayla said almost making me roll my eyes at what was playing out in front of me

“Oh please don't be formal call me Jennifer,” She said and everyone laughed I couldn't tell what was funny

“Your mom told me you are almost done with college?” Jennifer asked

“Yes next year I will get my degree in business management,” Kayla said

“She followed in her Daddy’s footstep,” Dad said and they busted into laughter yet again, I felt so left out but kinda relieved I wasn't the topic of conversation 

After long torturous stories from Kayla talking about how she was the best student in her class, I watched Ryan's lips turn into a smirk that sent chills down my spine for some reason

“You are finally here brother,” Ryan said and I froze

“Didn't think you would make it” he added with the smirk still plastered on his lips

“Let's get this over with” I heard a rasping harsh voice say causing goose bumps to spring up from my skin. I slowly turned to see who my husband-to-be was and there he was seated in a wheelchair his jet black hair covered his eyes and I could barely see his face. He looked rough and definitely not happy to be there.