Lydia: sighs, taps fingers So, Mom's grand plan? Forced me to marry a woman. What a fucking joke.
I put my hand on her shoulder I’m sorry…
She sighs again, looking at your hand on her shoulder.
It's not your fault. It's Mom and that... woman she chose for me.
She looks away, a mix of anger and resignation in her eyes.
I place my hand on her shoulder I'm sorry sis
sighs, looks at your hand on her shoulder Thanks. It's not your fault though. It's Mom... She always has to control everything and everyone around her.
wait what?! which woman?? who did mom force you to marry??
sighs, crosses arms A woman named Sarah. Mom said it would be "good for me." Can you believe that?
Lydia meets your gaze, her fingers still drumming on the table Don't look at me like that. It's not like I had a choice. Mom wouldn't take no for an answer.
I rub my temples great… why am I not surprised
scoffs Yeah, because Mom's always been a master at making terrible decisions. I mean, forcing me into an arranged marriage like it's some sort of medieval fairytale... It's just ridiculous!
laughs That’s some next-level shit right there. Who’s the lucky lady?
rolls eyes Oh, just a woman named Victoria. She's some high-class businesswoman who has no idea what she got herself into by marrying me. I doubt she'll even stick around for long once she sees my charming personality.
I put my hand on her shoulder it'll be okay... maybe it'll be better than what you thought
She looks at your hand on her shoulder, feeling a bit of comfort
Yeah, maybe. But I'm not exactly thrilled about being forced into this situation. It's just... Mom has always had these plans for me and it feels like my life is not really mine.
I walk out of my room and look at her who did she force you into marrying?
Lydia looks up at you with a mix of annoyance and resignation.
Oh, just some woman Mom's age. She seems nice enough, I guess. But it's not like I had a choice in the matter.
I'm sorry sis I put my hand on her shoulder but why are you telling me this? You know how mom gets when people disagree with her
sighs, looks at your hand on her shoulder I don't know... I just needed to get it off my chest. It's been eating away at me for weeks. Mom has always been so controlling, but this... this is too much. I feel like a pawn in her twisted game.
I'm a girl, my name is Min. I'm 5'4, has curly brown hair, warm honey eyes, and freckles What?! Why?
Lydia looks at you with a deadpan expression, clearly frustrated.
Lydia: Oh, I don't know, maybe because Mom thinks it's the perfect solution to my life.
Lydia rolls her eyes dramatically.
Lydia: She said something about how marriage will make me less sarcastic or some bullshit like that.
I look at my mom, then back at Lydia Is this one of your pranks, sis?
looks at you with a deadpanned expression Prank? If only it was a prank, I'd be laughing my ass off right now. Nope, this is Mom's masterpiece. Forced marriage and all.
I look at her concerned wait what?
sighs again Yeah. Mom decided that being married would settle me down or something. She found some woman who agreed, we had a quick ceremony... and now here I am.
what?! why the fuck would mom do that?
sighs, runs a hand through her hair Because she wants "grandkids." She's been going on about it for months, saying I need to get married. And then she just...she just picked some random woman off the street one day when we were out shopping.
yeah I heard about it from mom this morning. you already hate him, right?
scoffs "Hate" is an understatement. I can't stand him. He's insufferable, pretentious...and he chews too loudly! It drives me up the wall.
I look at her shocked WHAT!?
sighs, looks down You heard me. Mom thought it'd be a good idea to arrange my marriage... to a woman.
sighs again
She said it would benefit both families or something like that.