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“Who is going first?” I ask.

“You can since you suggested the game” I nod before thinking of my first question.

“What is your son’s name?” I know he was famous and stuff, but he never let anyone get photos of his kids or release any information unless the kids wanted to, and I guess none of them did? I don’t know.

“Adrien. Adrien Foreman” I repeat the name in my head over and over again. It’s a nice name, I guess.

“Okay, now my turn…Why do you want to get married?” I start to panic what do I say? Oh, my father is forcing me to because I’m a disgrace to the family name. that could wreck everything though and I feel like if I blew this I would be as good as dead.

“Well, you know. Just decided it was time…you know.” I cringed at my own words. He frowned. What if he didn’t believe me?

“Okay…well your turn”

A million questions rushed through my brain, and I blushed slightly realising they were all about Adrien. Well, I have a good reason…I don’t know him yet and I just want to know a little about who I’m marrying.

The sandwiches come and I realise this place is literally just a fancy subway without the line-up. Why?

While eating we played the game a bit more and I found out a lot about Adrien. His favourite colour is green, his favourite dessert is ice cream and he liked romance movies and books. Apparently, he needs someone by his side to become the next CEO of his father’s company and that’s me! I also learnt he doesn’t know that the papers are signed for our marriage, and I didn’t either.

I guess it's official…I’m going to get married.

I finished my sandwich and was bought out of my daydream by the waiter approaching us with the bill. This isn’t going to be easy, is it?

“I can pay to thank you for the lovely…meeting.” I suggest

“No, it’s all good I got it,” he says pulling out his card. I sigh and match his actions I’m not going down without a fight.

“No, I insist,” I say and go to put the card to the paying thing when he sticks his hand in the way.

“That would be rude of me to make you pay” just because he is the richest person in the world doesn’t mean he has to pay for my meal.

“It would be ruder to not let me pay” I shot back glaring at him.

“it’s done” I get distracted thinking he paid when I wasn’t looking. Surely, he hadn’t.

“How you didn’t even do anything.” he swipes his card along with the thing before I have a chance to swipe mine. I sigh and frown.

“Thanks”

“See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I roll my eyes at him. He pats me on the shoulder before standing up. I copy him and stand up too. We walk to the door in silence. I didn’t know what to say and it’s probably better if I don’t say anything.

When we are outside, he walks to his car without even saying bye. I’m not going to lie I am kinda offended right now. I thought we got close enough to say bye to each other.

I frowned and searched the car park. Where is my father?

“Are you coming?” I look up to see Robert holding open the door for me. I shoot him a puzzled glance.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Well, we already signed the papers and so did your father, so you are coming home with me. didn’t you know this?” he asks me.

“Uh-no I didn’t,” I say more confused than ever.

“Hmm…must’ve slipped my mind,” he looks like he is thinking hard about something, “oh well now you know, come on”

I slowly walk up to him and get inside the glossy black porch. Niceee. I wiggle around uncomfortably even though these are the sifted seats I have ever had the privilege of putting my butt on.

I was thinking about meeting him…my finance. Wait but no one has proposed so technically he isn’t?

“Robert?” I ask from the backseat.

“Yes?” he turns around in the passenger seat to face me.

“If you and my father have signed the papers does that mean that me and Adrien are already engaged or do, we still need to get engaged?”

“I mean I think that means you are already engaged but if you like I can get Adrien to propose to you?”

As good as this sounds, I don’t really know because every word he says will be fake and rehearsed because he doesn’t know me…he doesn’t love me. The reality sunk back in, and I found myself digging a hole in my brain of despair.

I zone out the rest of the trip thinking about all the regrets I have in life and trying not to cry. Like this one time when I had a crush, and I was in the bag racks waiting for my teacher I had this song stuck in my head, so I started singing really loudly and dancing like a bird. Then my crush looked at me and we made direct eye contact and he did the cutest little laugh but still…I hide behind a building for the rest of the day.

I also embarrassed myself a lot more around him…it’s a habit.

I shake my head laughing at myself and feeling bad for myself at the same time when I look up to see a massive mansion…I guess I’m here. 

A/N sorry this chapter is a little sort it's just a filla though :) hope you enjoyed!