A Decided Fate was the first story I ever uploaded on here around two years+ ago and I always keep coming back to it and editing it as I'm never quite happy with it. So yesterday I finally decided it was time to return (again!) and continue with it since my (DREADFUL!) A-level exams are now over! Now,...I realise that there is a quite a similar story to mine on wattpad (the parallels as I read the other book shocked me too haha) but I assure you I wrote this book and published it eons ago. :D So here goes the story for the second time! Hope you enjoy it. Sue x
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Prologue:
Crazy. That was the only word that came to mind. My mum was crazy and I was crazier, it seemed. Not only had I been pressured into meeting a potential husband for myself by my interfering mother, but I didn’t even know who this man was.
There were just too many things wrong with this situation. How was I to know if this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with from just a few meetings? Was I even ready to get married? Not forgetting to mention the fact that this potential husband had been picked out by my mum; the very woman whom I wouldn’t trust to pick out my outfit.
According to mum I had been lucky to have found any interest from a man at all. Her ideal daughter would have gotten married as soon as she was out of the delivery ward and boy did my mum strike the lottery with me. I was twenty four and in her standards qualified for being a grandmother.
“You’ve got twenty minutes before your precious man comes to you,” taunted my little sister, Leyla standing at the door of my bedroom. Her hazel eyes gleamed with delight. Leyla couldn’t wait to get rid of me so that she could have my bedroom and she wasn’t being all too subtle about it.
I turned to give her an evil glare, which translated to her as “I dare you to say something more” and resumed looking at the clothes in my wardrobe as I heard her leave.
Deciding to wear something simple, I picked out a navy skirt that reached my ankles and a plain deep grey shirt. I topped it off with a mint headscarf and sat down to prepare myself for what was to come.
I glanced at the mirror one final time to see if there were any major faux pas and noticed only the black bags under my eyes from yesterday's "surprise"; evidently it been too much for me to handle...
