It's been a few weeks since you have left the manor and you have been bluntly refusing to see Chris, or anyone for that matter, since you were forced to come home.
"(y/n), you will go see Chris and discuss your wedding plans whether you like it or not!"
You're currently sitting at the seemingly endless table in which nearly every seat is empty except for your mother's and your own, poking moodily away at your food.
"I will not let you ruin the good line of royalty for some chimney sweeper you met on the streets while you were learning to be a lady! have you learned nothing?!"
You take a deep breath and finally take a bite, grumpiness emanating like smoke from a fire.
"He's not a chimney sweeper mother, he is in fact part of a rich and wealthy bloodline himself! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get ready for this fake wedding you're forcing me to be a part of."
You push out your chair dramatically and stomp off to your room to find Selia has chosen your outfit for the day. You take a deep breath and prepare yourself to put on the corset.
time skip
after a long ride filled with deep sighing, trying to hint to Selia who has tagged along with you that you don't want to be here. With the rest of the energy you can be bothered with you walk out of the carriage and are greeted by Chris kissing you on the hand.
"It's a beautiful, fine morning, much befitting to a beautiful, fine lady such as yourself."
You put on a fake smile and giggle.
"why thank you, now lets get down to business. We need to plan our wedding."
Chris's face lights up and, like the gentleman he is, leads you to the lounge room to discuss the plans.
"So who are our must haves at our party?"
Christ leans forwards to pour you some ginger tea, to which you curl your nose up in disgust at as he hands you the steaming cup.
"I think our families and closest job partnerships to them."
Selia smiles.
"you mother will be proud at you for saying that."
You give a half hearted smile and take a sip, which you immediately regret.
"you okay, (y/n)?"
you look up with a disgusted face and your body refuses to swallow the tea.
"mmhm. Mmgudd."
you finally manage to swallow and give a shiver.
"Yes I'm fine, I'm just a bit uhm, impartial (Impartial is to be italicized! XD) to ginger tea..."
Chris takes the cup from you and sighs, placing it on the table.
"*My apologies, I should of asked before I asked my servant to brew it."
You nod in understanding.
"It's quite alright. I think we should invite my friends in the Phantomhive manor."
Chris tightens his grip on the cup's handle and chokes on his tea.
"Yeah, uh, sure. They seem pretty close to you. Could I bring the family in the Midford manor?"
You perk up at the last name. 'Sounds familiar.'
"Yeah, sure…"
Selia taps you gently on the back.
"My apologies, my lady, but we must be going."
You fake a frown.
"But why? We haven't even discussed where it's to be held, what kind of cake, the dress- there are so many more things to do Selia!"
Selia laughs.
" I'm sure your mother will be pleased to here that you will stay. She told me to try and convince you to spend the night."
You try to keep a calm composure as your grip on the arm rests tighten.
"Sure…"
Chris takes you by the hand and leads you to the office where he locks the door behind him.
"listen (y/n), I know that you want to pick out everything, but I already have it done. Your mother paid people to get it ready, and we already sent out all the invites."
You feel betrayed your mother has been keeping so many things from you. 'not the first time' you remind yourself.
"…Okay, is Ciel invited?"
Chris nods.
" I said it's a bring a partner event, and we also have to have the dates name down on the list. I'm sorry (y/n), but he's bringing someone already…"
you had to admit your heart was a little broken. Everything was jolly and well but a month ago, and yet now it's like hell…
"why should that bother me? I don't even like him like that. He was just a person to help my mother tame me, to help kill my individuality."
youw ere lying through your teeth, and every word felt like poison. You knew you pobably liked him, and you also knew he didn't like you. You were his time killer for when Lizzy wasn't around. At least, that's what you managed to convince yourself.