I was slowly accustomed to life in the Kaiba Estate. I was left alone for the majority of the time. The days were beginning to blur together again. Seto rarely spoke to me, much less look at me. I think he was beginning to realize that this marriage was unavoidable, my father and Gozaburo Kaiba made sure of that. However, while he refused to interact with me in any way, he was very generous towards me. I believe it was more of a ploy to make sure I didn't cross him. He even bought me a great deal of new clothes, along with a fancy new laptop computer, an Ipod, and a cell phone. I had mentioned to him multiple times that I didn't need all of these nice things, that I was happy with what I came with, but he is very difficult to argue with. He was insistent upon it, saying he didn't want some inferior idiot for his future wife. I assume he simply did not want the people he works with to know that his future wife was hated by her father so he made it look as if I had all the riches I could ask for, even though I never asked for any of it.
Mokuba and I had been getting along rather well surprisingly. He and I would often eat dinner together since Seto was always at Kaiba Corp. doing business and such. I am happy to say that Mokuba and I had become almost what I would consider friends. He still resented me a bit for being the woman that his brother was being forced to marry. Yet, I think he understood that this was not something I wanted either, so this caused his distain for me to lessen greatly. Altogether, thing were far greater at the Kaiba Mansion than I ever had reason to believe. I was actually a great deal happier here than I had been at home. However, beneath every great thing, there is always something that aims to destroy it, and this was the marriage that was fast approaching. Since the days were yet again forming into one big blur due to my constant solitary existence, excluding the period of time when I was with Mokuba, my ability to tell what day was which had become nonexistent. Before I knew it, there was only two months before the alleged wedding. This realization caused a great deal of anxiety and tension between Seto and me.
I had long given up examining the contract for loopholes. I had concluded, along with Seto, that there was no possible way out of this marriage. I don't know how he feels about the prospect of marrying me, but I can guess he is dreading it a great deal more than I am. While I am terribly afraid of this man named Seto Kaiba, and even though his eyes burn invisible holes into me with his deadly glares every time he looks at me, I am far happier here than I had ever been at home.
Te preparations for the wedding had begun two months ago and today I was being fitted for my wedding dress and Seto his tuxedo. For convenience matters, he decided we would both go to the same place for our wedding attire. I'm sure he didn't want to make this as big of a hassle as it already was form the beginning. This particular process was extremely frustrating as I was poked, prodded, and forced into dress after dress.
The current dress they were forcing on me was a monstrosity. It was excruciatingly voluptuous with large pink satin bows tied everywhere, almost to the point where the dress was more pink than white. At this point, I was getting even more annoyed, for some reason these bizarre women were dead set on making this dress work on me when it was obvious it would work for no one. I had already tried on at least 13 dresses before this on and these women were getting on my last nerve. I am generally a calm person but I really don't like it when people touch me, especially after that situation at the luncheon that took place a year and a half ago. The poking and prodding was one thing but the shifting the dress and touching me in places I'd prefer not to be touched in while adjusting the dress was getting to be too far.
Honestly, this whole process was irritating, even I was having a hard time not glaring and yelling at the workers. It was obvious I was getting apprehensive about the wedding; I really did not want to go through with it. 'Sometimes I wish I had never been born into his family', I thought to myself. 'Everything would be far easier if I was not his daughter'. As I continued to think this a sudden realization hit me like a strike of lightening. I gasped loudly.
"Get these ridiculous garments off me now!" I shouted authoritatively, turns out I had picked up something useful from Seto.
As the seamstresses and other workers started getting the ludicrous dress off me and moving away their paraphernalia I made a dash to the exit of the women's section of the store. Once outside the exit I saw Seto standing their, looking very irritated about having to wait for me, he must have been done by now. He glanced up at me, glared and gave me a look that said 'Get a move on, now!' I smirked at him as I ran past him.
"Don't wait up! I have something I have to take care of!" I yelled out to him before rushing out the door and down the road. I could feel his eyes burning in my back, but I could tell he wasn't about to follow me thankfully. I continued to run down the cement sidewalk, ready to face my destiny.