Chapter 3 3

[Amara Nicholas]

We got into my bedroom, which was very large, and my mother accompanied me to pack some of my things. She didn't want me to carry all my loads, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn't have to stress about arranging all my things and packing everything that I owned.

We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched and yawned and told me, "I have to go back now to my room to meet your father. Good night, my princess."

"Okay, Mom, but I am not still happy about this marriage. Can't you speak to my father again about this?" I asked my mother. I am looking at her face with my blue-shining eyes that glimmer with hope at hearing her agree.

"No, Amara. I want you to marry and give me a grandchild. I cannot speak to your father about this again. Not to worry, when you get there to the city, I will be calling you from time to time to know how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears freely streamed down from my eyes.

I don't know why I wasn't happy about getting married and going to the city. It has always been my dream to marry a handsome man, a good man, but I was scared, and anxiety ran through my veins.

I asked my mother, "Mom, What if the man does not like me? I don't know him, and I haven't seen him before. If he truly wants me, he should have been here since I was already married to him and before I became aware of it."

"Hmm, he will love you once he sets his eyes on you. I don't know if his father had told him, but this was an agreement between your father and his father. It would be best if you were a good wife to him and not discard your home training. I know that the first year of marriage isn't easy, with you adjusting to your new home and your husband's way of life. As you know, he grew up in the city and is not here with us. But I am certain that he will love you very much. So don't be negative about anything and always have a positive mindset," my mother told me, but I stubbornly disagreed.

I asked her, "Mom, What if he already has a woman in his life? I know most of these city men are equivalent to nymphs, as in. I was there, and the way they gawked at me was as if they wanted to eat me raw. I wouldn't say I like the idea of going to the city. I want a man from here," I protested again.

"This is unlike you, my princess. Not to worry, I doubt he would be in any relationship that he'd desire, as his father would have told him about you. He's your husband, and you shouldn't worry much. Now come and go to bed and get a good sleep. You have a long way to travel tomorrow," my mother told me as she approached me again and escorted me to the bed in my room.

I went to relieve myself again in my restroom. I stepped out of my bedroom and thought my mother had returned to her room, but she was still there. Standing there and waiting for me to lie on the bed like I was her baby.

My mother carefully used the bedcover to cover me up while I slowly drifted to sleep, knowing I would miss the warm comfort of my parents' home the following day. I would be going to a man's house who I haven't met before. I know nothing about them. I wondered if he would accept or throw me outside and remind me that he never came to my family's house to marry me.

All these thoughts linger in my mind. However, I had a dream, and in my dream, I saw a man. A tall man. I couldn't see his face, but he was tall and attractive, and he stared at me with curiosity. He looked familiar to me like I had seen him before.

He approached me and pulled me into an embrace, and as I tried to look at his face, I couldn't see his face and know if he was my husband. The new man I was going to live with, I woke up and saw my mother in my room.

"Amara, are you still in bed? Get up; it's almost 6 a.m." My mother walked up to pull my room curtains open, and I yawned and stretched as I sat up carefully on the bed.

I got out of bed and greeted her, "Good morning, Mom."

"Morning, my sweet pie. Go and take your bath quickly. The car driver will soon be here; let me go and prepare your breakfast," my mother told me as she quickly exited my bedroom. She was not giving me a chance to protest again.

I sighed and went into my bathroom to have a quick, refreshing bath. I got out of the bathroom and stepped out, only to find that my two big boxes of clothes were already out of my room, and I saw a yellow dress on the bed that my mother had chosen for me to wear.

I was not good with fashion, and my mother prioritized choosing a yellow dress. She was so good at fashion and had heads turning at her to stare at her for a second time. I think that was what my mother had used to win my father's heart. With her high fashion style and formidable looks, but me... I was too local to be considered fashionable.

I am cute anyway, so why must I dress hot to entice a man? I prefer wearing off-baggy dresses to hide all my curves and shapes. In short, when I go to the market to select a dress, I will buy.

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