An Arrange Marriage That Went Wrong Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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, he’ll be disappointed when he sees my face for, I’m not as beautiful as you mom,” Paris complained.

“And you’ll already be married that’s what matters,” said Mrs. Poppy.

Paris hated the thought of her mom. Not showing her true face without any makeup to the suitor tonight she believed she was fooling him to marry her, by allowing him to believe she was beautiful when her face was covered with more than a pound of makeup to hide her ugliness.

“If something goes wrong which I believe won’t, just remember I’ll be there for you,” Mrs. Poppy encouraged her.

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, he’ll be disappointed when he sees my face for, I’m not as beautiful as you mom,” Paris complained.

“And you’ll already be married that’s what matters,” said Mrs. Poppy.

Paris hated the thought of her mom. Not showing her true face without any makeup to the suitor tonight she believed she was fooling him to marry her, by allowing him to believe she was beautiful when her face was covered with more than a pound of makeup to hide her ugliness.

“If something goes wrong which I believe won’t, just remember I’ll be there for you,” Mrs. Poppy encouraged her.

Paris nodded, but still, something else bothered her.

“What else is bothering you now?” inquired Mrs. Poppy gravely.

Paris touched her straight red hair that was resting on her lap.

“Let’s just hope into red hair girl,” said Mrs. Poppy.

Within Mrs. Poppy’s voice, Paris could hear great worries. She was just as stressed as her about this evening.

Returning home, Paris was surprised to see Everlee. Her little sister she hasn’t seen for 5 years now sitting on the porch. Paris jumped from the carriage running to her excitedly.

Everlee ran to meet her as well as she saw her running towards her, too excited. From afar Paris could see Everlee was more beautiful than the day she left. She was like a beautiful white rose no one wanted to touch to ruin. Paris stopped running and gazed at her sister’s beauty as she remained to run towards her. She watched her long blonde hair lightened by the sunlight and slowly dancing within the wind. Paris couldn’t stop gazing at her beauty. She wished she was as beautiful as her sister.

“I miss you so much,” Everlee arms wrapped around her.

Paris both hands held still at her sides not wanting to return her hug as if she didn’t want to soil her dress or destroy her beauty with her ugliness in anyways.

“I miss you too Everlee,” retorted Paris.

“Don’t mess up your makeup and your hair,” Paris felt her mom pulling her from behind, away from Everlee.

“Mom…,” Everlee greeted Mrs. Poppy.

“Everlee,” Mrs. Poppy greeted her back emptily and pulled Paris along with her into the house.

Paris turned to look at Everlee. She saw sadness.

“We have so much to catch up on,” Paris told Everlee wanting to cheer

her up and allow her to know she was with her no matter what.

Everlee smiled, following her.

“Mom, please try hard to be nice to her, she came here just to fix things with us,” Paris told Mrs. Poppy as she entered the house.

Everlee felt good knowing Paris was siding with her. Dwelling away from home Paris had never once forgotten her birthday, she would always send her a letter a day before her birthday so Everlee could get her birthday wishes early, but Mr. and Mrs. Poppy never did, knowing her mailing address.

“Go and get dressed, I’m going to see if our maid has finished the dinner for this evening,” Mrs. Poppy ignored Paris heading to the

kitchen.

Sadly, Paris watched her hating the way she was behaving with Everlee. Everlee reached for one of her hands happy she was supporting her.

“Thank you,” she acknowledged Paris.

“I’m your big sister and I’ll always be here for you,” Paris told her.

They both hugged happily to see each other.

“Now tell me all that you’ve done in New York city? inquired Paris happily, dwelling there seems to have suited you very well. Look at you, you’ve grown even more beautiful.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Everlee boasted with a bright smile.

Her smile suddenly disappears seeing the sadness in Paris’s eyes.

“Greenfield seems to suit you the same, you’re too beautiful,” said Everlee complimenting her sister seeing how stunning she looked.

“All of this here is just makeup I’m still the unattractive freckle face girl no one wants,” retorted Paris.

“Please stop talking bad about yourself, you know you’re a beauty,” Everlee disagreed.

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Everlee knew Paris hated herself because of her red hair and freckled face. She knew Paris thought herself to be ugly and attractive and that at school everyone would bully her about her appearance. Everlee thought Paris would eventually learn to love herself as she grew older but within her blue eyes, she could still see the same insecure girl who hated looking at herself.

“You must be tired from such a long journey,” said Paris changing the conversation.

Paris hated talking about her appearance with anyone. Everlee knew.

“Yes, I am, after walking home from the train station alone,” answered Everlee.

“What?!” Paris said surprisingly.

“I totally forgot that I had to have my own ride home and so I had to walk home,” answered Everlee.

“You could have stayed at the train station and gotten a ride from someone within our community, said Paris. It’s now very dangerous to walk alone here for both men and women for theirs a group of thieves murdering and stealing from people.”

“I was told by Delilah. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have turned down that rude man’s offer.”

“What rude man offer?” Paris inquired curiously.

“Forget about him I don’t want to talk about him nor remember him,” quarrelled Everlee.

Paris nodded and they both went upstairs. Paris went into Everlee’s room. They sat down on the bed.

“So, tell me about the men at NY begging for your hand?” Paris asked excited to hear.

Everlee shook her head not wanting to talk about them, especially Mr. Fredrick who was eager to have her as his wife.

“Enough about me, I want to hear about you instead, said Everlee holding her hands. The young men here must be chasing you seeing how beautiful you’ve grown.” “This is only makeup and I wish they would,” Paris said sadly moving away from the bed.

“Don’t worry you’ll find the love of your life one day,” Everlee told her walking over to her at the bedroom window.

“I hope he will be,” retorted Paris with her back turned, playing with the green curtain window.

Everlee stared at her curiously.

“So, you’ve found someone?” she asked curiously.

Paris nodded.

Everlee smiled. She was happy that Paris found someone who loved her and would allow her to see she was beautiful.

“Let’s not celebrate as yet, said Paris. I don’t even know if he likes me as yet.”

Everlee became puzzled not understanding anything Paris had said.

Gladly, Paris was about to explain.

“Dad is arranging for me to get married to a wealthy stranger,” she told Everlee as she spun around to face her. “What?!” Everlee said frighteningly. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“An arranged marriage,” Everlee repeated

Paris nodded smiling.

Everlee didn’t like the idea of it. Before she could tell her that this was not a good thing to do. Her bedroom door opened. It was Mrs. Poppy.

“You need to get ready now before they reach here,” said Mrs. Poppy.

“I’ll see you after dinner,” Paris told Everlee running off to her room.

Mrs. Poppy was still at the door when Paris left. She stared at Everlee making her nervous.

“This evening is very special for your sister please don’t try to ruin it for her nor try to attend it,” Mrs. Poppy informed Everlee.

Everlee head lowered sadly.

“I also hope you’ll keep yourself from coming downstairs until the dinner is through or be seen. The dinner will be starting at 5 pm and ending at 7 pm,” Mrs. Poppy again informed Everlee and left.

Everlee watched her as she shuts the door and leaves.

Everlee didn’t care what Mrs. Poppy had said. All she cared about now was seeing Paris before the dinner with her arranged husband started. She didn’t like what she was getting herself into. She doubted the person she was arranged to be married to will ever love her rather than take her as his child carrier. Paris was making the biggest mistake of her life and she knew she needed to talk some sense into her before the

dinner.