LOVE IN DISGUISE

to be a mistake, because I was on my way to go meet my supposed fiance. I didn't know what to expect, and that was what was ma

s of clothes. I knew I had a lot of options, but I was indecisive. Can you blame me, though? I was jus

up to my thighs, and was tight from the bust to the waist. I felt a little daring wearing it, but I also felt powerful. Mayb

xiety that was building up inside me. I shaved and exfoliated, making sure my skin was smooth and soft. The

ing for a natural look, because I'm not really into makeup; I'm just too lazy to learn how to do it properly. I

, and my hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall. I barely recognized the person staring back at me in the mirror. I looke

shouted back, hurriedly unplugging my phone from the charger and spraying some perfume on m

't blame them, really, they had known about this arranged marriage all along, and had been keeping

d led me out of the house and to the car, where the driver was waiting to take us to our destinatio

quite belong. A man in a suit opened the door for me, and I thanked him as I got out of the car. My f

d to the front desk, where my dad gave his name for the reservation. Just then, an old ma

him. I wondered who he was, and why he was here. Just then, my father and the man I now

ious. Who was he, and why was he here? Just then, Mr. Matteo said, "Ale

the car accident, the one who had yelled at me and then looked at me like I was cr