Edward's POV
"What do you mean? Esme's daughters? The pixie, the Barbie, the daydreamer and the. . . the. . . thing! "
I sighed. I had excepted the betrothals without hesitation. But my brothers still wanted to clarify that they were getting married in a week. It had to be in a week, because otherwise the pixie would go and marry someone else, just to escape the wedding. We didn't know which of the daughters we were marrying, but we would find out on Saturday evening, and we would be married the next day. It was to be a ball, but knowing the pixie she would turn up in a mini skirt and a T-Shirt. That was my one hope-that I didn't get married to the pixie. She'd probably runaway after a week, maybe two weeks if I was lucky. And then Carlisle would tell me off, and blame me.
"Are you perfectly sure, no jokes" My brother, Jacob, asked. I had expected him to understand after me, but his brain was still stuck at the stage of him and another girl that he'd never met getting married. Eventually, though, I got fed up.
"Listen, Dad, I need to go and get my outfit and the ring. See you later. "
And with that, I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me. He might be able to betroth me, but that didn't mean that he had complete control over my life