Their grandmother stood first, and was the first one to walk out of the room. Katrina and Natya followed afterwards.
There was something about this dinner that made her nervous especially after the dog she had had with her grandmother. What kind of marriage were they talking about? With who?
As they walked towards the dining table, in the dining room, Katrina kept her mind occupied with her thoughts.
As much as she wanted to trust her father, as much as she did, she still wanted to find out who it was. Was it going to be someone older than her, extremely old? Was she going to be used for a truce?
She had heard tales of those women and men who had gotten married to the people outside the organization, just to form an allowance. The stories, some great and some not so much.
She blew out some air before catching her shelves and stopping midway. That was not lady, not what she was taught.
When they ended the dining room, her father was on a call. He hung up immediately and came to kiss his mother on the cheek. "How have you been, mother?"
"Quite well, My son." Sofiya touched the cheek of her child with endangerment, "how have you been?"
"Good." He answered before looking past her and at the girls. He gave them a dazzling smile before moving and side stepping his mother. "Please, have your seats, girls."
Soft giggles erupted at his words and they moved to their seats. Once settled, their drinks were poured, and slowly, the first round of the course was brought in.
When the tw servers left, her father called for her attention. "Katrina, how was your day been?"
"Good, father. Thank you for asking."
He smiled before continuing. "I have the confirmed announcement for the banquet. You girls will attend halfway through after which she will be sent to the hotel room. More details will be given to you soon."
Katrina nodded along, acknowledging his words, but halfway through, her eyes met with her grandmother's. That was not what she wanted to know.
"Maybe," her grandmother started, "we should tell her about something else."
Her father's face sober up from all the expressions quickly. "Should we?"
He knew what she was talking about.
Sofiya, her grandmother, nodded. "Even though she's not truly of marriage age, she should get used to the idea."
Ivan stared at his mother with nothing on his face. It almost felt Katrina's mind with dread.
"If you say so," he surprisingly agreed, and in a swift second, his eyes moved from his mother to his daughter, "Katrina, you arranged to be married to someone."
She licked her lips. "If I may ask, who is he?"
Discomfort was quite visible in his body language yet, her father answered. "The future pakhan."