Alexandra's Fate

Preperation

Hi! Soooo I'm new to this and I've only ever told my story's to my friends. So here goes nothing! I will not have a scheduled time for when I update but I hope I don't take to long for updates😊 if anyone actually reads this, thank you! This is a story I've been wanting to write for a few years! But I gave up on it awhile back. I've just decided to come back and give it a fresh start with a very similar plot to what I thought of over 3 years ago. Once again thank you to anyone who reads this story of mine~Seecrelock🖤

The days just won't slow themselves.
They quickly count down to what will be the worst day of my life.

I live in a time and place where marriage should be between two people who love each other and want to be together for eternity! Yet here I am trying on dresses for a wedding I wish was never even thought of.
I have nothing against the groom... well I've never even seen the man, therefore I have no right to dislike him. However I most certainly can dislike the adults who are putting us through this hell.
They don't even listen to me when I say I don't want this. I myself don't even know what my future husband thinks of this whole thing.
I can only hope he's against it as well, then maybe we can work together to break this off before the actual ceremony.
He might be an incredible man with power and wealth but that doesn't mean he's a good man. His Parents and Mine decided to have us wed when I hit the young age of 18!
We have been told our whole lives to not look for another partner because we had one waiting for us in the near future. Yet I've never once seen a photo of this man That I am to marry. And he should not know a thing of me either, if his parents treated him the same way as mine treated me.
Just 3 more days till the dreaded arrival of marriage.
I pray that something will happen and that this will be put off! I don't want to marry a man I don't know! I don't even want to get married! At least not till I'm older.
18 might be the legal age but it doesn't feel right at all.
I wish I could hide under my bed and have the world forget I even exist.
Right as I was having this thought my Mother flys into the the room "Dear, how is it? Do you like this dress? It looks absolutely stunning on you, my precious daughter!" She beams at the sight of me in the most gaudy dress I've ever worn or seen for that matter!
I wish I could rip this damn thing off and throw it in the trash can. Unfortunately it cost over 50 thousand dollars and if I where to do that it'd come out of my allowance. So I'd pay it off in what? 10 years maybe? Well I'm to impatient to do the math so I'll never really know or care. It doesn't matter anyway because I remove the hideous thing from myself carefully even though it continues to scratch at my pale skin.
The next day-

I pace back in forth in my room as the seamstress try's to pin the dress on me in a way so that my curves will show through the dress.
"Ma'am, it's a bit to tight around my waist." I say, trying to breath as I speak.
She peaks her head up at me "it wouldn't be so tight if you would hold still so I wouldn't have to hold the dress for dear life to keep up with you." She said, this with a rather frightful glare.
I stopped where I was which happened to be right in the center of the mirror.
I look up at myself. My face is caked in make up. It's different colors on each side so they could test which color would go better with my complexion.
I don't see myself in the mirror, call me Mulan if you want, that's how I feel. I've always been the boring girl who'd only be seen in a dress if forced and never caught wearing this much make-up in a million years. And somehow there I am staring at myself, yet somehow another person at the same time.
The make-up was all over me! It even went down to where my dress started at my chest. They did this on purpose to hide the scar that runs down the left side of my cheek all the way to the low front part of my neck. My long brown hair curled over my shoulders framing my face. My grey eyes looked empty on my face as a stared at myself.
The dress has more layers than I can count and the jewelry is pressing against my skin like shackles.
I just want to run and hide, but that would do me no good. I'd be stuck on the streets and I barely know how to take care of myself. In this house hold with so many maids and my doting parents. I never needed to worry about what I did other than studying well and being a good girl.
Maybe they have always spoiled me so that they could ease some of the guilt for forcing me into a marriage I did not confine myself to.