Chapter 6 Confused

The plan failed in the bud! The taxi arrived only after forty minutes, and when I was halfway to the registry office, it turned out that I was already late. To tell the truth, I was even a little glad about it. With every minute, I was getting worse and worse. In fact, I was on my way to my wedding with a complete stranger who promised me mountains of gold, and I'm glad. If this is true, then good, but there were other options.

First, I could be sold into sex slavery! Well, what... I'm not a terrible girl and my figure is currently very personal. It was he who told me that I was sexually uninteresting to him, but in fact, banning me in a room or putting me on a chain. And, it's still good if he comes to me alone, otherwise he can invite friends or someone else.

The second thing that was spinning in my head was that I could be sold for organs, look how many people go missing every day. Maybe at first many of them were also offered to enter into a profitable marriage, and then bam.

In other words, I was glad that I was late and, somewhere in the depths of my soul, I hoped that Yuri had either not come, or had not waited for me and had already left. Maybe he found a better option for himself, or the girl he was waiting for showed up.

To my luck/unhappiness, even before I got out of the car, I noticed a tall figure near the entrance to the building. The man was wearing a blue shirt and black trousers. It's not festive, but it's not everyday either. Although it may be everyday for him, the image was not too different from what he had yesterday at the restaurant. Thanking herself for choosing a dress over her favorite jeans, she got out of the car.

My fiancé was engrossed in a conversation with a young girl and did not notice my arrival. And, here the girl paid attention and very close. It can be said that while I was studying her, the girl looked at me.

With less than five steps left between me and them, Yuri finally turned around in my direction.

"Twenty-seven minutes," the man said instead of greeting. You are twenty-seven minutes late. Didn't I warn you that I don't like being late.

-Traffic jams, only she was able to squeeze out of herself.

While I was being scolded like some schoolgirl, the girl next to me could hardly contain her laughter.

"Dad, that's enough," coming closer to me, Vlada reassured her father. Still scared, run away, and where will you look for a new bride? - no longer paying attention to Yuri, the girl turned to me. I am Vlada, your stepdaughter for the next three months, and you?

Sofia, you can just Sofa...

Meet me later, we're going, we already missed our turn, at our first meeting, Yuri told me to try to get along with Vlada. And now there is a feeling that I may have problems not with his daughter, but with the man himself.

At the words of his father, Vlada only smiled and, throwing a short glance at me, went to catch up with her parent. I had no choice but to follow them. At this point, I even forgot my fears about dismemberment or sexual slavery. It became simply uncomfortable and insulting due to the fact that I was scolded like a girl, yes, and even in front of a child. And what difference does it make that this child looks to be eighteen years old, or maybe twenty.

Good afternoon, even though Yuri said that we missed our turn, they nevertheless accepted us very quickly. Today is a crucial moment for the newlyweds, because each of them decided to take responsibility for his chosen one. Therefore, I want everyone to confirm this intention by consent. I ask the groom to answer.

-I agree, without hesitation said Yuri.

-Please answer the bride.

-I agree, having received my answer, the employee of the registry office continued.

Since the registration of marriage is fixed by an official document, I ask the newlyweds to put their signatures in it to confirm the decision.

Then everything went according to the rules, Yuri even brought the rings. Fully prepared for this event. Vlada stood the whole ceremony and filmed everything on camera. I guess it was also necessary to keep the story of our imminent marriage true.

"I declare you husband and wife," the woman finished her speech. The groom can kiss the bride, I awkwardly smiled at this statement, I am completely sure that there could not be and cannot be a kiss. In a short time of our acquaintance, Yuri seemed to be a serious, and most importantly, true to his word, person. Of course, I do not deny the fact that I could be wrong. But even so, I firmly believed that no one would be kissed. She herself did not take the initiative, fearing to be publicly rejected. Let at the beginning there were thoughts such as kissing a man at least on the cheek, to complete the picture. Only, they quickly disappeared when I looked at the serious face of now my husband.

But, as I said, I could be wrong. My husband (a somewhat unusual word) got used to the image very well and decided not to deviate a single step from it. I didn't even really understand when my head was squeezed between two large palms, and not an innocent kiss landed on my lips at all, albeit not very long, to my regret.

Did you take everything off? as soon as we left the registration hall, as a loving and caring husband, he was again replaced by a cold and distant stranger, and I'm not talking about facial expressions now.

"Yes, everything is done to the highest standard," the girl nodded, showing "OK" with her fingers. - Can I open my own photography studio?

Do not talk nonsense, as for me, Yuri overreacted to a simple joke of his daughter. But who am I to interfere in their relationship. And, to be completely sincere, my plan for the next three months was to be lower than grass and quieter than water. As for you, - it was already to me. And, then I noticed that he never called me by name all the time. Maybe he didn't remember, or maybe he didn't consider it necessary. - Today you will still live at home, and tomorrow, after you pass the medical examination, you will move to us. Of course, if there are no sores maybe you should have checked it before the wedding? I think I sold myself for money, but I still have pride, albeit a little.

"Maybe I should have," the man nodded in agreement. This is my number, as if nothing had happened, he handed me a business card. "Tomorrow they will pick you up and take you to the hospital, then go shopping with Vlada," and again, without even saying goodbye, the man took his daughter by the arm and headed to the parking lot, and I was left alone, though now with a ring on my finger.