He smiled at me a little. Next to him stood a petite woman who I guess is his mother, she hugged me tightly. "Omg, you're beautiful!" "Hum Thank you Ma'am." I said quietly. Then his father did the same "I have the feeling that you're going a great bride for my son." I nodded and looked down. Mr. Lockwood hugged me and said "Hi Khloe, you look stunning." I pushed him away as soon our parents were not looking at us. "I don't want to marry you. I don't want to marry anybody right now! I hate you all." I told him, making my way to the kitchen, helping my mom and Mrs. Lockwood.
*Skipping to the dessert*
"So tell me a little bit about yourself sweetie." Mrs. Lockwood said as she took a bite in her chocolate cake. "Well as you know my name is Khloe Paris Sparks, i'm 17, I study at Karlson High School. (Blah! xD) and I'm a dancer." "Karlson High School? Isn't it the school where you're working at Dylan?" "Huh yes mom." She looked a little shocked but smiled. "Then you're going to see each other everyday! That's great!" I nodded and smiled.
His father who just sat there in silence during the whole dinner got up and said "Well since you're still too young to get married Khloe, we need your mother to sign some papers for you, the wedding will be in a month so I think it would be better Dylan if you just "propose" to her now, so you guys won't have any problem if someone sees you together." When he said that my jaw dropped. Mr. Lockwood, huh Dylan, nodded then got up and kneeled in front of me, he looked in his pocket for something and when he finally got it, he opened a small, red ring box. I looked at the ring with tears forming in my eyes, not because I was happy, nooo, but because I just couldn't believe I was going to marry a man who I just met 10 hours ago.
Maybe it was the fate and I couldn't change anything about it or maybe I could, but I don't think I could look my mom in the eyes after that, I would just find disappointement in them and that's something I don't want to ever see in her beautiful eyes full of happiness at the moment. As I noticed that everything was silent, I understood that they were all waiting for an answer from me, I looked around me to see his parents holding each other's hand and my mom standing beside them with her eyes sparkling. I then nodded my head to say "yes" for this mariage, agreeing to something I hated: getting married when there are no feelings. As he slipped the ring on my finger the adults started to take pictures, i tried my best to smile and not show that the way Dylan was holding me disgusted me. We probably looked like a happy couple on the pics, with his right hand resting around my waist and his left hand taking mine.
After that I cleaning the table as they were opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate. I went to the kitchen and since I was finally alone I bent over the sink and let the tears stream down my face. I felt a hand on my shoulder as I sobbed quietly, I took a deep breath as I wiped my tears with the back of my hands. I turned around to face him. My teacher. My fiancé. My enemy.