“Mother, Adrian is far from poor!! He owns almost 1000 acres of land. He is just getting started, that’s all. When he inherited the plantation, not farm, it was in ruin. What little money there was left in the estate he has used to invest in its renovation and cotton crop for next year! I don’t call that poor, mother!! He has prospects, just because he can’t buy me all those things right now doesn’t mean that he never will. Besides, I DON’T CARE! I’d rather be dirt poor with him than rich and miserable with Armand.”
Mother held her hand up to my mouth and hissed, “Quiet now or someone may hear your caterwauling!”
I don’t know how but I made it through the rest of the party. After only a couple of dances with Armand, I begged off sick so that we could leave early. Besides that there was a storm rolling in and mother wanted to get home before it hit. I don’t think she would have allowed it otherwise.
I sat in the bay-window watching the rain beat down on the lake. Mother and daddy were already asleep, easier to avoid each other that way. My mood was as tumultuous as the weather while I cried with all my heart. The deal had been struck between my father and Armand while mother and I were outside. I was lost, doomed to a miserable life in a loveless marriage to the sleaziest man that I could imagine.
How would I ever break it to Adrian tomorrow at church? He was going to be as crushed as I was. We had been planning our wedding since we were 13 years old. We had known even then that we were meant to be together. Great sobs racked my body as I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and my daddy clearing his throat before he came in the room.
“What are you doing out here Sugar-pie? Are you crying?”
I ran across the room and fell into his arms as I let out the wail of one being damned forever to hell itself.
“Oh daddy, wwwhy? Why are you making me marry that man? Don’t you want me to be happy?”
My father walked me back to the bay-window and we sat down. His gentle arms still wrapped around me, he gazed out at the lake and watched the lightning for a few moments giving me time to collect myself enough to speak.
“Now, hunny, you know that you’re my girl and of course I want you to be happy. Why don’t you tell me what this is all about since it seems that I have no idea what’s going on?!”
“Daddy, I loathe Armand! I would rather marry a snake than be his wife. I can’t believe that you and mother arranged this marriage without any thought to my feelings about it.”
“But your mother said…”
Teresa Marie 11/21/11
- The Proposal (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- The Proposal – Part II (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- The Proposal – Part III (terri0729.wordpress.com)