Ch. 5 No, I will not feel this way.

"Hello Brother, heard about the wonderful news. Boy, don't you just look ecstatic." I balled my hands into a fist, and pictured breaking her face.

"I'm really not in the mood, Krisandra. Shut up." I started for my door again, when she continued.

"I have some information about Delia Franks. Would you like to hear? I overheard Mom and Dad talking last week about her, her family, when she's coming, sleeping arrangements. You know, boring stuff. Just thought you'd like to know, dear Brother." I stopped again, to look back at her. Wondering if I really wanted to hear it right now.

"Right, O.K. Kris, I'm heading out. I really don't want to hear your nagging voice anymore."

"Tsk, tsk. I specifically remember our parents saying you can't go out any longer," she feigned disappointment.

"All right Kris, what do you want? Besides annoying me, why are you doing this?" I sighed in defeat.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you what's going on with your life." She said, putting on her innocent face. I managed to keep from rolling my eyes.

"Which says, 'I want to brag at how good at eavesdropping I really am'. Tell me everything then. Since you know so much more about how my life will turn out. You tell me." She smiled coyly.

"Well, apparently, she will be staying in the room adjoining yours. Don't look at me like that. I didn't come up with the arrangements. And I did a little research myself, if she is going to be in our family, I wanted to know what she looked like…."

"You have pictures of her?" Kris could be quite the snoop.

"Yes, of course Brother dearest, I just said I wanted to know what she looked like. If she is to have your children and carry our good name, I wish to ensure she is not some ogre. I don't know if I should be offended or not." She said making her too brown eyes bigger and more innocent looking.

"Don't play your games with me. Now let me have a look at the information you have uncovered."

"Oh, all right," she walked back into her room and opened a folder on her laptop labeled simply, 'Delia', "Now don't get me wrong, I think it is absolutely idiotic what Father is doing. But she really isn't that ugly." She clicked on an icon or two and there she was. Delia Franks, my future wife, appeared on the screen. I looked closely at her appealing face, her smile seemed to be infectious. 'And the way the light shined on her dark hair, giving it a…. No! Stop', I thought.

She is not pretty, or cute, or attractive. I was going to get rid of her as soon as I could. She was the reason I had to sever all my social connections, "Are you kidding me, I could find a much prettier one lying next to a dumpster. What else do you know? How can I get rid of her?" I asked, knowing full well that Krisandra had the answers.

"Well, actually…. I think they are quite serious when they say marriage. And the consummation part is going to happen whether you like it or not. You sound like you're stuck with her until she gets knocked, but there is good news for you. You can get rid of her after that, at least that's what it sounds like." I groaned, and turned away.

"Thanks, Kris." I said as I walked out.

"You owe me big time for that one." She yelled after me, I smiled and walked into my bedroom lying face down on my pillow and sighed loudly.

"Go away, Kris!"

"It's your mother." Mom's soft voice came through my door.

"Come in." I said, sitting up and fixing my hair.

"Well, I just wanted to inform that you father has booked Delia's flight for next week. So there are going to be a lot of maids bustling in and out of her room for a while." She nodded her head, knowing that she had completed her mission. 'God, she's so dense.' I said, wondering how she could be related to some of her own children.

"O.K. well thanks for the update." I said, trying not to sarcastic.

"Oh and your brothers Alfred and his wife Kirsten and Ryan and his wife Teresa and kids Mason and Reese will be here for dinner tonight. So your father wants you dressed nicely. It's a celebration party." I groaned.

"Can I invite some of my friends?" She hesitated.

"Like who?"

"I don't know Cason and Kyle," she shook her head.

"Sorry, your father specifically said 'No friends'. Sorry honey."

"It's fine. I need to take a shower." I said, hoping she would take the hint and leave.

"All right, Sweetheart."

'Why me,' I asked myself one more time.