First message
I stand on the landing opposite my father as we greet guests, each marragable person standing in line to greet me. This was my engagement party after all. I should be thrilled at the prospect of fining a mate. Yet here i stand, quiet and distracted wanting to be anywhere but here. This was my job. To marry and run the family business. Basically to run the German mafia. I look at my father and smile a plastered smile that does nothing to hide the rebellion brewing in my head. My father has never understood my inability to mask my thoughts. They may have nothing to do with the situation. I panic for a second as you pass me and my father goes to follow you. I don't want to be left to greet this throng of suitors. I smile and lean out to look at the line that goes out the door. I look back to see my father chatting you up and decide the weight of responsibility is too great and i smile charmingly and excuse myself from the line. My brow furrow and i smile Emil my father says with that grand welcoming smile i can't stand. This is… He stops short, a rarity for him. You are obviously someone he favors. I wait for your answer, a practiced smile on my lips. Neither cold nor warm.