All Chapters of An Arranged Marriage That Went Wrong: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Of all the females within my family, why I'm I the only one punish with this awfully looking hair?" protested Paris, as she held a loose strand of her long, curly, red hair, scornfully, gazing at it with great disappointment. She hated her hair so badly that her heart ached every day to look at herself in her mirror and to touch it. She wished she had another color of hair, instead of her red hair, she considered to look like a white mop utterly stained by blood or red polish. Paris thought nothing of her hair other than unattractive. Sadly, neither of her parents had red hair. Her father had brown hair, and her mother was blonde. She had her father's bright blue eyes though, but sadly that was only the physical feature she had managed to inherit from one of her parents. Her mother had once informed her she had gotten her bright red hair from her great, great, great grandfather. Paris didn't care and hated it even more. She considered it the ugliest color of human hair and there's n

Paris's eyes opened slowly, and she found herself lying in her bed. "You're finally awakened," she heard her mother's voice. Her eyes searched the room and there she saw her mother sitting by the window. "It was not a dream," Paris said worried, realizing what had happened today was true. "Tomorrow, I'll be following you to get some new dresses to look beautiful for your soon-to-be husband and also a stylish hairstyle," her mother told her as she got up from the chair, leaving the room. "Mom," Paris jumped out of bed stopping her. "Who says once he looks at me, he'll want me to be his wife?" Paris asked worriedly. High school days Paris had been ignored and scorned many times by boys because of her hair and worst her face too, which was filled with freckles. Paris believed her face wasn't beautiful as well, she believed her face looked like a piece of stained white cloth. "He'll love you when I help you beautifully dress and showing a little skin, said Mrs. Rose. So, stop being

Last night Paris barely slept. She turned and twisted in bed, anxiously waiting to be rejected by the suitor. The morning she was so tired and barely had the energy to get out of bed to get ready for work. Today is the day I'll be humiliated by the stranger after he sees me, she thought sadly. Tears filled her eyes thinking about being shoved aside just as she had been treated in the past at her high school dance. Every girl had someone to dance with, even those who just came to the dance hoping someone would ask them for a dance. Paris thought she would luckily be in the same position as them, but no one asked her for a dance. The entire night she stood at the corner watching every female smiling happily with their dates and enjoying themself. It was the most painful time of her life. Paris fell to the floor crying, before she could reach the bathroom to get a quick shower. Her mom entered her room. "What is wrong Paris?" she asked worriedly. "I don't want to be rejected by him,

"Delilah, please be on the lookout for Everlee if she's here before anyone returns home," said Paris grabbing her purse to meet her mom at the clothes store. "Yes, Miss Paris," answered Delilah. Paris coachman was outside waiting on her. He opened the carriage door as he saw Paris leaving her home. The door closed as she entered, and the carriage drove off. Paris took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily, nervous that the time to meet the stranger she was arranged to be married to was drawing near, close for her to being rejected by him because of her unattractive appearance, she thought negatively. When Paris had reached the well-known clothes store in Greenfield her mom was already there waiting on her. Mrs. Rose grabbed her by the hand pulling her along. "Good day," an employee came over to greet them. "I want a beautiful white dress for my daughter," Mrs. Rose told the sales representative. "Paris you can go and look at dresses you might like while I help the sales rep find

Before returning home, Paris made sure she bought a large bag of every makeup Carrie had used on her face to conceal her unattractiveness. Though the new make-over had made her feel a little confident in meeting her arranged husband this evening she still felt nervous. "What is wrong, you now look beautiful?" Mrs. Poppy inquired her seeing worries on her face. "What if he sees that I'm not that beautiful without makeup," Paris answered. "Make sure you're always wearing makeup whenever you're around him and when he does marry you it would be too late, for him to reject you," Mrs. Poppy joked. "Stop playing with me mom and I'm being serious here," Paris argued. "I know, I'm only joking to put you in a happy mood," retorted Mrs. Poppy. Paris's eyes turned to the carriage window staring at the road sadly. "Stop worrying, most men never see their wife's real face until after the honeymoon, Mrs. Poppy told Paris. Your father never sees mine until I was in labour having you." "Well, h