A/N: This is my first PnF fanfiction! Tell me if it's worth continuing. Constructive criticism is loved, flames are not. Please review and tell me what you think!
-Storm
ISABELLA
"You're betrothed, my darling Isabella!" My mother beamed at me as she stepped into my bedchamber. It was much too early for life-changing surprises, especially on a Saturday, which was my only day of no lessons.
"Urgghhh" was my reply from my comfortable bed as i threw my arm over my face to block sunlight. My mother knew me too well; the only way to get me out of bed was to open the curtains.
I knew this day would come; it was only a matter of time. At 18, I'm a bit old to still be single. Especially since I'm the princess of Mexico.
Grumbling, I finally stood up. I muttered, "Do I really have to be married?" as I threw on a dress and stockings.
Mami's enthusiasm could not be dimmed so easily. "Come on, Izzy. He's a great leader, and may I say handsome? I'm sure you'll love him!"
No, I won't, I said internally, as I placed a bow in my frizzy hair. I'm already in love. Phineas, although only a merchant, acted as noble as a prince. There would be no other for me. But that was against the rules of royalty, thus, our meetings remained secret. So I only said, "Sure, Mother," to get Vivian out of my hair. My attempt failed.
"Look, I'm aware that you don't like the sound of it, but the kingdom is poor. If we merge with England, then everyone will benefit! I know you wanted to marry for love, but sometimes it's just not possible," she said, growing somber.
I only sighed in response, flopping back onto the bed in defeat. "Can I at least meet this Prince... Whateverhisnameis before the wedding?"
"It's Ferbian. Of course! That's what the rehearsal dinner is for, mija!" Mami, cheerful again, waltzed out of my bedchamber.
"I hope you're joking!" I called after her. As an afterthought, I asked, "When is this wedding?"
"Next week!" came the exclamation from the hall.
Thanks for the early warning, I thought grimly. This week was bound to be hell.