A year had passed since Kakashi and Suzumi met and became friends. After the first time coming to his house, she continued coming and spending time with him. Sometimes they would spar and sometimes they would just talk.
In that one year Suzumi had forgotten about her marriage. A week before her marriage, her father reminded her of it. Then she remembered that last year she had somehow convinced her father to delay the marriage.
She had also tried again this time. But this time her father didn't listen to her and was hell bent on marrying her off. After few more of trying to convince her father otherwise, she gave in and decided to accept her fate.
And that's how Suzumi found herself, sitting on her bed. Tomorrow, she was getting married and she still hadn't told Kakashi about it. For some unknown reason, she couldn't find the courage to tell him. And she also knew that if she told him, she would just break down and start crying.
But she would have to tell him soon. She didn't want him to find it on his own, which would hurt him even more than him finding it out from her at the last minute.
She got up, went to her room's door and opened it, to see her father talking to a man. She quickly closed the door and opened it again just a little bit to hear what they were talking about.
"This time don't you dare stop the marriage for another year, like you did last year." She heard the man say.
"Don't worry. Tomorrow is your wedding, nothing will going to stop it." Her father said back.
So this is the man with whom my father is trying to marry me off.
"But," her father continued, "I want the money as soon as she is married to you."
"Don't worry, you will have your money."
Suzumi couldn't hear what other things they were saying. She was numb to the bone. To say that her own father would sell her like that. She knew that her father never really liked her. Because he blamed her for his wife death. Her mother had died giving birth to her. But she didn't know that he hated her to this extent that he would sell her. Tears started forming in her eyes. But she steeled herself. She yanked open the door and marched up to her father with purpose. Her sadness turning into anger.