Darlington Briggs;
How would you feel if your parents imposed a spouse on you—someone you haven't met before?
I watched my father walk away, climbing the stairs, and he went back to his room, exiting our view.
"Mother," I said, gazing back at her, struggling to comprehend the news my father had just shared about my impending marriage, like a piece of a document signed on an agreement.
"Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry Amara Nicholas, not while I am here," my mother said, and my younger sister laughed, making me glare at her.
"What's so funny, Samara?" my mother asked before I could. "Just because your father didn't marry you off like that, right? That's why you are shamelessly laughing at your older brother, right?"
"No, Mother."
Our mother looked displeased at Samara, who
