Okay, so this fanfic is pretty much based off the book The Marriage Trap! I'm reading it right now and it was pretty good. Its pretty much word from word in this chapter, but in the next chapter I'll try to use my own words. I kinda left out some details because I want to make these chapters shorter since I'm also typing my other story Camping with enemies. If you haven't read it yet then go check it out!
Chapter One
Ally Dawson tilted the margarita glass to her lips and took a long swallow. Tartness collided with the salt, exploded on her tongue, and burned through her blood. Unfortunately, not fast enough. She still had a shred of sanity left to question her actions.
The violet fabric-covered book has been mocking her for the past half an hour, it irritated her. She picked it up again, leafed through the pages, and threw it back on the contemporary shiney glass table. Ridiculous. Love spells, for goodness sakes. She refuesed to stoop to such a low. Of course, when her best friend, Trish, cast her own spell, she'd been supportive and cheered her actions to find her soul mate.
But this is different.
Ally cursed under her breath and stared out the window. It was an hour ago that it had been pouring cats and dogs and she still for some unknown reason stayed in a small bar that was only 3 blocks away from her apartment. She studied the way the silver moonlight leaked through the cracks of the organic bamboo blinds. Another evening gone. Another disatrous date. The demons threatened, and there was no one here to fight them back until dawn.
Why did she never feel a connection This last one had been charming, intelligent, and easygoing. For crying out loud the boy took off his jacket and laid it over a small puddle so she wouldn't get her feet wet. She expected a sexual buzz when they finallly touched-or at least a lousy shiver of promise. Instead, she got zilch. Nothing. Nada, as her best friend Trish calls it in spanish. Just a dull ache of emptiness and longing for... more.
Despair toppled over her like a cresting wave. The familiar edge of panic clawed her gut, but she fought back and mananged to surface. Screw this. She refused to have an attack on her own turf. Ally grabbed the raw irritation like a life vest and breathed deeply and evenly.
Stupid attacks. She hated pills and refused to take them. She made them go away by her own sheer force of will. Probably an early midlife crisis or something. After all, her life was almost perfect.
She had everything most people dreamed about. She wrote songs for famous and well known artist all around the world in all different languages. She had a cute little apartment the suited her just right. The kitchen boasted stainless steel appliances and gleaming ceramic tile. Plush white carpets and matching furniture boasted no children and bespoke sheer style. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and made no damn apologies to anyone. She was an attractive and a financially fine lady. But one question is still rummaging inside her head everyday.
Is this it?
Ally stood and yanked on red coat from the nearby bar hanger, then stuffed herself into it. Leaving no exposing top part of her body. She quickly paid her drink to the bartender and left without saying a word to anyone around her, she perfectly well-knowned.
"Austin, this is all your fault!" screamed Emily Moon into the reciever of Austin Moon's cellphone. He had just woken up to the awakining of his phone and had made the biggest mistake by answering it.
"How's is this my fault!" he asked. Irritation pricking at him.
"Because Mom told me I can't get married until you're married! Remember that stupid family tradition Dad believes in?" she explained.
Dread slithered up his spine and coiled in his . The old family tradition had no place in today's society. Sure, the legacy of the oldest son marrying first was prominent in Bergamo, and as the senior count he was looked upon as the leader, but they were long past the days of a required marriage.
"I'm sure there was a miscommunication." he said smoothly."I'll straighten this out."
"She told Derek I can wear the ring, but there will be no wedding until you marry. Then Derek got upset and said he doesn't know how long he can wait befor he starts his life with me, and Mom got mad and called him disrespectful, and we had a big fight and now my life is over, all over! How can she do this to me?"
Gasping sobs broke out over the receiver.
Austin closed his eyes. The dull throb in his temples grew to monstrous proportions.
He slashed through Emily's wails with an impatience he didn't try to hide.
"Calm down," he ordered. She immediantly quieted, used to his authority in the household.
"I'll talk to mom today."
His sister gulped."What if you can't?What if she disowns me if I marry Derek without her approval? I'll lose everything. But how can I give up the man I love?"
His heart stopped, then sped up again. For God's sake, that was a snake pit he refused to jump in. An intense family drama would force him to fly back home, and with his mother's heart problems, he worried about her health. He clenched his fingers around the phone.
"You will not do anything until I speak with her. Do you understand, Emily? I will take care of it. Just tell Derek to hold on until I get this settled."
"Okay." her voice shook.
He quickly ended the call and strode to his car. He'd get back to the studio and think this through. What if he really needed to get married to fix this mess. He knew exactly how much his sister loved her fiance Derek and knows they are totally meant to be together. But, what if he couldn't find the perfect wife. Would his sister ever get married. With his career eating up every spare hour, he'd put finding his soul mate at the bottem of the list. Of course, he already knew what qualities he needed in his future wife. Someone easygoing, sweet tempered, and fun. Intelligent. Loyal. Someone who wanted to raise children, make a home, but independent enough to have her own career. Someone to fit perfectly into his family. Could he find a women for a practical arrangement to satisfy his mother and allow Emily to marry the love of her life? And if so, where in Dante's Hell would he find her?
Done did you like it? Anywho I'll probably be updating this story every once a week if I have time. Probably not because of SoLs and Exams! Ugh, I hate that shit! But, I need to pass! :-l