Our Little Secret

                Korea. From the all countries in the world, Valeria decided to get married in Korea. She decided to come back to the place where we were born. Where three years ago I got stood up by my own fiancé. My eyes watered, Idiot, stupid idiot. I picked up the glass of wine and chugged it down in seconds.

                “I hate weddings,” I murmured.

                The bartender chuckled to himself. “I’m guessing you were getting married in one point in time. Although, you look extremely young to be almost married.”

                “I’m twenty. I was engaged at seventeen to my first love. He screwed me over he left me for this stupid model.” I slurred my words.

                “Ouch. My fiancé wasn’t ready to get married,” he responded, handing me another glass of wine.

                I rouse my glass at him. “For stupid idiots.”

                Before I could take a sip, my mother showed up. I lowered my glass down and turned the chair around , facing it towards her. She glanced at me, happily. Of course she was happy, her youngest daughter got married. She had always said I would never find love in this cruel world.

                “Violet, what are you doing drinking? There are many single guys here,” she told me.

                “I’m good, I like drinking wine alone,” I responded.

                Her lips pressed together in a hard line. She was disappointed in me that I didn’t get married. She said Korean women needed to be married before twenty. Sadly, I was already turning twenty-one in a couple of months. She always thought less of me. Her words echoed in my head. You should be embarrassed! It was all she told me the day of my supposed wedding.  She loves me so much right?

The day of my wedding all she told me was “You should feel embarrassed,” She loves me so much right?

                “You’re turning twenty-one soon,” I heard her say.

                I rolled my eyes. “And?”

                “You need to start looking for a husband.”

                I sighed and stood up, grabbing my bag. I knew where this was going; she would tell me that I wasn’t getting any younger and she wanted grandchildren from me before she grew wrinkles. Eventually, we would end up screaming at each other, but I couldn’t do that to Valeria. This was her night.

                “I don’t want to get married mom,” I told her.

                “Well, you need too! You’re not getting any younger,” She said, smartly.

                “You aren’t either, Mom.”

                Valeria must have seen us talking because by the time I turned back in my chair, she was already by my mom’s side. “What’s going on?” She asked.

                “Mom wants me to find a husband.” I glared at our mother.

                “Mom, let’s not start this again. Please?” She begged her.

                “Violet you just need to get over the fact you got stood up on your wedding! Life goes on! He wasn’t your type anyway.” She spat at me.