The wedding went by like a blur.
One second I was sleeping, the next I was saying yes to marrying Mikhail. My parents looked satisfied with what had just happened while I felt like I had just lost a part of myself, the freedom I fought for.
The reception started and everyone was rejoicing, dancing and drinking but I could only stay glued to my seat reeling from the kiss, recalling from everything.
"You know, I didn't think you'd stay," Mikhail spoke out loud beside me.
I turned my head sharply to him, and wondered why he was talking to me at all and the words were not threatening.
"Why did you stay? You could have just said no or ran away like your sister," he continued to say looking at me.
I could not reply him, I was at a loss for words. True, I still had a crush on him, my heart still beats faster in my chest whenever he's near but I still could not believe I was married.
"Do I have threaten you to talk to me or cat got your tongue?" He said again, this time in a low voice.
My breath quickened and I turned to him, "my family needed me, and i was not about to abandon them." I replied to Jim softly.
"Really? Last I heard, your family has never needed you and they abandoned you first. Or is it that you have forgotten all those?" He replied with a smirk.
"Will you keep me locked? Will I be free to do as I please?" I asked him instead.
"Moya lyubov, we are married. This is a marriage, not a prison. You are free to do whatever you like, even continue your art things and all that. I am not going to stop you as long as you don't try to run away,"
His reply shocked her but she didn't let it show on her face, she smiled and nodded slightly before turning back to dancers.
He sounded like he didn't want to trap me,but we can never know that.
The wedding reception went by, I wish it did like a blur but I was aware of everything that happened.
My parents, after Mikhail had left me to myself, came around to mutter words of encouragement and teach me how to be a good wife.
"Now, you must not, for any reason, make your husband mad. He is your master and all those defiant behaviour of yours must stop now," my father said to me in hust tone.
My step mother just looked at me and smiled weirdly, almost like she was happy it was me who got married and not her daughter, like her daughter didn't run away and put us all in this mess.
"Well, Rhea, you are a wife, just like me and very soon, you will come to know what it means to be a wife and maybe your stubborness wiol at keast stop when he gets his hands on you." She smiled while saying before coming closer to me to whisper in my ears, "you will never be free,"
Just as she was about to leave with my father, Mikhail cleared his throat behind them, like a warning.
"What are you saying to my wife? I hope you ae not trying to scare her and leave her running for the hills? I would not have that," he said playfully , but his eyes said otherwise.
Sophie immediately drew back and laughed nervously, "No, no, Mikhail, why would we? Rhea is my precious daughter whether she likes it or not. I'm just trying to prepare her for the married life she is about to step into,"
The ceremony ended and I was being guided to the limo that would take us, my 'husband' and I to the airport.
I wasn't saying anything, nobody was on my side at the moment, so nothing I said would mean a thing.
So, I kept quiet, kept my head down and kept walking.
I had entered the limo, and Mikhail after me when something,bor rather someone caught my attention.
It looked or she looked like someone I know, she looked like Maggie.
My mouth was wide open. "Maggie? Did she do this on purpose?" I began to ask myself.
Maggie has always been selfish, and I wasn't surprised.
But one thing kept ringing in my mind.
"My parents did this on purpose. They sold me out."
Tears welled up in my eyes and I let them fall. They were going to pay for this. I would make sure of it.
I said to myself.
"Well then, Mrs. Rhea Frost Ivanov, where would you like to go?" Mikhail asked and I turned to look at him with a smile.