AMELIA POV
As I woke up this morning, the sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on my face. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms, feeling a sense of nervousness creeping in. It was exactly one week until my wedding day. The realization that I was about to marry Alexander Westwood filled me with a mix of emotions – uncertainty, unease, and a touch of resignation.
The frustration of considering marrying someone so arrogant and unpleasant weighed heavily on my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling of resentment lingering in my thoughts. Can we tolerate each other? Will we find any happiness together?
As I think about the days ahead, getting ready for the upcoming wedding feels more like a burden than a happy occasion. There are dresses to try, invitations to send, and countless details to organize. Each task reminds me of the path I'm about to take - a path that I've never even imagined.
I forced myself to start the day's work because I knew I couldn't wait any longer. When I entered the kitchen, the smell of coffee filled the air, mixed with the sounds of bacon cooking and the clinking of dishes. Emily was already sitting at the table, reading the newspaper and sipping coffee.
"Morning, Amelia," she greeted me with a warm smile, setting aside the newspaper to make room for me at the table.
"Good morning, Emily," I said, smiling even though I felt tense inside.
"Do you have anything to say about your groom-to-be, Mr. Groom? Is he handsome? Does he have abs? Is he tall? Smart? Kind?" Emily asked in a whisper as I sat down.
I sighed, feeling Emily's curiosity weighing on me.
"Well, he's handsome, that's for sure. And yes, he's got those abs," I replied, trying to sound casual despite my nerves. "Tall? YES. Smart? I guess. But good? Not really. He's more annoying and arrogant," I admitted, frustration creeping into my voice. "Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with his brain," I added, recalling the events of last night with a shake of my head.
"Really? Well, it seems like your marriage is going to be happy, sis? Hahaha," she exclaimed, her laughter ringing out like a bell in the quiet morning air.
My parents looked up from their breakfast, their eyes filled with understanding as I talked to Emily about the guy I was going to marry, while I sat down at the dinner table. They could obviously sense my anxiety about the upcoming wedding, but their attempts to comfort me only made my inner turmoil worse.
"It's a lot to take in, sweetheart," Mom said softly, reaching out to squeeze my hand in a gesture of support. "But just remember, we're here for you, no matter what."
"Yeah, we know it's overwhelming, but you don't have to face it alone," Dad added, his voice filled with reassurance.
I agreed, thankful for their supportive words, but still unable to get rid of the persistent doubts that kept bothering me. As I remembered what happened last night, that bastard actions only made me more unsure.
"By the way, Amelia," my dad began, his voice calm and steady, "Alexander is going to accompany you in preparing for your wedding. He will be here in an hour."
"What? I thought I was the one in control of everything for this wedding? Let him know, Dad, that I can't handle it," I exclaimed, disbelief and frustration clear on my face.
Many questions running in my mind, each demanding attention amidst the chaos of my thoughts. Why now? Why him? But before I could express my worries, my dad carried on, his voice calm and comforting.
My father sighed, his expression reflecting my annoyance. “I understand, honey,” he began, his voice filled with sympathy. “But there was a slight change in plans."
My heart sank at his words, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach as I braced myself for the revelation to come. Change is always difficult, especially when it involves giving up control of something as personal as my own marriage.
"Yes, that's what I said," my dad continued, sounding resigned. "But apparently, Alexander has different plans."
My eyebrows rose in surprise when Alexander's name was mentioned, a mix of curiosity and concern rising within me. What could make him want to get involved in the wedding plans, especially when it was obvious that I could handle them on my own?
"Alexander insists that he will oversee your preparations for the wedding," my dad explained, his words sending a chill down my spine. "He wants it to be perfect and spectacular, as it will be featured in various magazines."
I blinked in disbelief, trying to understand the ridiculousness of the situation unfolding before me. Alexander, the man I hardly knew and whose role in the wedding appeared minor, now wanted to take control and oversee every aspect of the proceedings?
"He's worried it might seem too girly or feminine, which could hurt his reputation," my dad added, sounding resigned. "I tried to talk sense into him, but he's set on getting his way."
A feeling of anger filled me, fueling my firmness as I struggled with this unexpected twist of fate. How dare he try to control my marriage, ignoring my wishes and concerns for his own selfish purposes?
I looked at my parents sitting at the breakfast table. Their eyes communicate with me, showing understanding and interest. They understood my struggle with the man I was about to marry. I could see the worry on their faces, which made my heart feel even heavier.
"I can't believe he's being so stubborn," I said, my frustration clear in my voice as I talked to my parents. "I've always imagined a wedding that really shows what I like and my personal style. It's not about following stereotypes or being too girly; it's about celebrating love and making memories that mean something to us."
"Sweetheart, we understand how important this is to you. Your father and I want nothing more than for you to be happy on your special day. Don't let his concerns overshadow your own desires."
“I think I'll take a shower,” I said, disappointment evident in my voice. The tense atmosphere in the room was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe. I just need some time alone, away from stress, to clear my head and think about what lies ahead.
Leaving the table, I went to the bathroom for some privacy. I turned on the shower, feeling the hot water surrounding me with steam. The sound of water and the quietness of the room gave me a chance to think and sort through my feelings.
Under the falling water, I let my frustrations fade away. Each drop that touched my skin brought a feeling of refreshment, reminding me that I wasn't limited by what others expected. It was my life, my joy, and my opinion that counted right now.
As the steam filled the air, it reflected the clarity of my mind. Thoughts flowed smoothly, untangling the knots of doubt and uncertainty. I understood that I had the ability to control my own future, to pick a partner who valued and appreciated my uniqueness.
Leaving the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed back to my room. Standing in front of the mirror, I gazed at my reflection, seeking courage and resolve.