[Name] let a sigh slip through her lips, she didn't want to be here right now. She'd much rather be spending her night in her room with a book and a nice cup of tea. But no. Her parents were forcing her to go too some stupid dinner with one of her father's stupid colleges. She didn't even bother to ask the name of the family. [Name] could care less honestly.
"Stop moping, [Name], it won't be that bad." Her mother snapped, she never did have much patience for [Name] and it didn't help that her father was a cold, heartless, bastard, in her mind at least.
Upon arrival to the mystery family's house, [Name]'s attitude seemed to get worse. She hadn't wanted to go in the first place, and now seeing the huge mansion it suddenly occurred to her that there was no getting out of this one. Her dress was too tight, but yet her mother insisted, and her hair was too high and the pins in it poked her head uncomfortably. If she had, had it her way her hair would be down and she would be in jeans instead of this dreadful dress. But, no, the society in which she was forced to live wouldn't allow that. Neither would her parents.
After forcing herself up and out of the car, and not to gracefully either, she hobbled her way behind her parents. She never was a fan of heels either.
When they reached the door, a kind looking maid greeted them and took them to what [Name] assumed was the sitting room. It was full of expensive looking furniture and other ornate things. It was nothing new to [Name], her own house was filled with things like this.
Sitting around the room were a group of people ranging in age. They all looked the same, with dark hair and matching eyes. One boy with short hair and glasses was staring straight at her and she'd be lying if she said that it didn't make her uncomfortable.
"Welcome [Dad's Name], [Mom's Name]." The man sitting in a large leather chair said. His voice was cold and calculating, just like her dads. "These are my children, Yuuichi, Akito, Kyoya, and Fuyumi." He motioned to the three boys sitting on the couch first and then to the girl sitting in a love seat.
"Thank you, Yoshio. This is my daughter [Name]." Her father said boredly. She hated the way he said her name, cold, with a trace of annoyance.
After a few more words were exchanged, they all went to the dining room and had dinner. [Name] sat in between the boy named Kyoya and the girl, Fuyumi. Her parents sat across from her. There weren't many words spoken throughout dinner, the only uttering's being of the business. Other than that it was too quiet, awkward. So, when her father's business partner, who she still didn't know the name of, asked [Name] a question she couldn't help but almost crack.
"So, [Name], what do you think about your engagement to my son?" His words held no emotion, but his eyes were sparkling with amusement.
"Excuse me?!" She almost choked on the bread that she was eating, totally forgetting her manors. Her mother sent [Name] the wickedest glare she'd ever seen so she quickly recovered. "I mean~ I had no notion of our engagement, sir."
"Oh," He raised an eyebrow, but other than that his face remained like stone. "Well, now you do."
Her insides were in flames. Oh, how nice it would be to storm out of this room, this house, this life and never come back.
"[Name], please say hello to your fiancé, Kyoya Ootori." Her mother smiled mockingly. If everyone wouldn't have been watching and this was a different time and place, [Name] would have ran out at that moment.
"Pleasure," She smiled while reaching to shake his hand. Kyoya grabbed it and kissed her on the knuckles. She could feel that he wasn't happy about this either.
"Like wise," He replied, lips still grazing her pale hand.
Oh, how she wished that she wouldn't have came to this dinner.
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