Arranged Marriage

If I were an actress, I would get paid tonight or maybe be a movie star and probably get an award. I was playing the part very well. Even my parents were proud, like they had just raised an innocent angel. Little did they know how they ruined my life, specifically my father's, but still, I would jump in front of a train for him. He has been a great father in all my childhood, so I can't blame anyone for just probably a drunken night by our ancestors. Anyway, we are at a family dinner with my husband and my family. It's a lovely evening for all these soul shifters. I mean, it's a beautiful evening for the family. I was wearing a black pinafore bodycon dress, hugging me very well and tightly, with a white shirt and black Loafers with my hair in a clean upper ponytail. Swaying my hips as I walked by, holding two plates of food with a smile, everyone's eyes felt like they were fixated on me, or it was probably just my paranoia of wanting to be good in everyone's eyes. I really should have been an actress or a model. At least I get to wear beautiful clothes and act every day, so I feel like I'm already working, but I was feeling myself today as I walked to the table where my husband was sitting with his best friend to serve their dinner. " Hey, Jeremy. " I greeted my husband's boyfriend since I didn't see him arriving. " Hi, Kate. " He answered smiling. He was my type, but that was no longer a possible option since I was someone's wife now. " You look great. Did you do something to your hair ? ". Jeremy asked. " Ohh yes, I did. I highlighted a few strands. " I answered, smiling at him, a little girl seeing a candy. Ohh God, Jeremy was my type. Anyway, my hair is brown, stopping right by my waist, so I added a little blonde hair dye on a few strands. Jeremy is tall with a sexy body, muscles honed to perfection, dark-haired, gorgeous smile, hazel eyes, and long beautiful lashes. I'm even jealous of them, manly solid hands with long, lean fingers, mmh! He is genuine, funny, and caring. Why is the best fruit always forbidden ¿ Then there's my husband, Travis Smith. He is also tall and has a great body structure, like Jeremy. What a waste! He has blue, sometimes greenish eyes, and I swear they change every time I think I got their color, brown curly hair, and again, what a waste! Strong Jawline, High cheekbones, Hollow cheeks, and a strong brow ridge. His jaw is always tightened. It's like he is annoyed like he is holding himself to say something. I feel the same way, buddy, but it's not easy for me to tell a person that I don't like them, so I just simply smile and say nothing. He is ... I don't know how he is, we don't talk, he is just him being him. I once spent the summer at Emeli's house, my best friend, and my parents were at grandma's house, and they couldn't take me with them. Even though I cried and begged, the guy never said a word. I thought he was mute, blind, deaf, or something. I didn't want to look like I was talking nonstop with my voice. Don't get me wrong, I love my voice, but I didn't want to talk nonstop with someone who was looking like he doesn't see nor hear me. But then, later, I found out he could talk when he kicked Emeli and me out of the house just to have s*x with his girlfriend. He was like chasing evil spirits away, and mind you, I was a guest. He kicked us out, and we spent a few days at my house alone with no parents supervising us. It was awesome, but who kicks someone in their home knowing they were there for a holiday? Back at the party, Lila looks like she is choking on something. " Is she dying? ". I thought to myself, looking at her. The other kids were busy playing around her, but she was struggling with something. " Excuse me. " I said, leaving Travis and Jeremy moving to where Lila was sitting. " Hey baby, what's wrong ? ". I asked, kneeling next to her. Ohh, she was coughing, not choking, well, that's a little better, but damn, she looked like she survived a drought or she just escaped death. She was cranky, low energy, and had a lot of swelling around her eyes, along with a thick yellow nasal. " Can you breathe your nose ? ". I asked, noticing that she had her mouth open. " I can't breathe. My head is aching. " She answered. Looking around, her mother was nowhere in sight. After picking her up, I went home since we were at Emeli's house, and the walk home was only 3 minutes. She just had a sinus infection. I bathed her, then put her in PJs, giving her a Nasal spray, antibiotics, and Allergy medicines. I applied a warm, moist towel to her nose, cheeks, and eyes to help ease the pain. Running a cool mist vaporizer in her room, she was fast asleep. She should be fine tomorrow or maybe the next day. I'm not a doctor, but I can tell she isn't dying anytime soon. I really should become a doctor or something relating to caring for sick kids because I'm excellent. I don't need anyone telling me anything. After I was done with her, I had to watch her, calling Mom in the process. She sounded much happier than a woman with a sick child. " Hey, Mom, Lila is sick. I think she has a sinus infection, but you should come and see her yourself. " I said. " Just give her antibiotics. She will be fine ! ". She answered and then continued talking with whoever was next to her. Wow, I was just calling her so she would not shout at me when she finds out later that her kid is sick, but usually, she only sees a sick person when the person takes or gasping for the last breath. " Well, good night, little one. " I said, kissing her forehead. It will be a disaster in this house with me gone, but then, at least, I won't have to worry about someone else's kids.