Uh-oh, it looks like Mom's mad.
"S-sorry, Mom… It's just… Fine, bye, Mom. Take care," I said quickly.
[Sorry about that, hon. Don't worry, we're always here for you… You have Princess Azemia with you, right? Bye, sweetie.]
Tooooot toooooot
I stared at my phone, feeling a wave of frustration.
Huhuhu! No! Why, Mom?!
Why did Dad agree to this?!
I was frozen, staring at my phone.
What am I supposed to do?! I really don't want to get married… I still have so many things I want to do… I haven't even dated Nezhyr yet!
I don't even have a boyfriend, and now I'm supposed to get married?
Huhuhu… What am I going to do now?
"Hey, Leanille, it's okay. You've got us with you," Zhyn said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
He was holding his phone too, probably talking to someone as well.
"Sigh Forget it! This sucks!" I yelled, flopping onto the sofa in frustration.
Whatever!
