It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I mean, who wants their marriage to be arranged? It’s the 21st century after all.
Okay, I need to back up. You know, process everything from the beginning. My name is Quinn Jameson. I’m eighteen years old and I just put on my wedding dress.
Yeah, I know. But this isn’t for me or anything. Not really. It’s for my great-grandfather, my Bumpa. He has told me this story from when he was fighting in “the war.” He had to survive in a forest with an enemy soldier and they became friends.
They made some promise and even wrote up a contract. They promised that I would marry his first-born great-grandchild. There’s only one itty bitty, teeny tiny blip of a problem. They both have great-grandsons. However, here I am.
Standing in front of a huge door, with some random (well, not really) guy on the other side. He gets to be a guy. I’m dressed as a girl. My parents said it’s better this way, my Bumpa died a year ago but his friend is still alive.
The door opened and I can hear the bridal march. I don’t have any bridesmaids. This would be way too embarrassing to tell anyone!
My dad walks down next to me. Only a few people are in the room. My family – parents, siblings, grandparents – and his family. I can clearly see my Bumpa’s friend sitting right up front.
Mystery guy is still facing the judge, almost like he refuses to look at me. Then he turned around and hot damn. So not only am I marrying a guy, but he’s definitely older than me. Like, steady job and probably a house.
Although he looks like a jerk too. A hot jerk, unfortunately. What’s going to happen when he inevitably finds out I’m a man?
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“I do.” Wait, what? Did I really say that? I can’t have agreed to marrying a guy? Rings were placed on fingers and I had to walk back down the aisle with him. We were greeted by a limo – apparently this guy’s family was loaded. I had to keep reminding myself of his name. Malin. More like Malice.
We got in the limo and I realized I hadn’t even spoken to the guy. Besides the vows. And now I have to somehow tell him the truth. I am so dead…
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