“Are you nearly read my dear?” calls my mother from the door as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My mother has chosen a red dress that reaches a few inches below my knee. She paired the dress with some red shoes and a red hairband to keep my long dark hair out of my eyes. So much effort and preparation for such a pointless date. Nothing is going to come from this anyway. I am wasting my time and I hate it. I rather be at home studying or learning a new skill. I could get so much done if I was not forced into seeing someone who I have zero interest in. I don’t see how he could have any interest in me. He does not seem to enjoy talking to me, he doesn’t have much in common with me and he does not know me. How can he be so sure that we will get married? I am both confused and frustrate
