Jasmine*

Mrs. Smith walked in grudgingly, laid hold of my bags, and walked away with them, cursing under her breath.

"This will be hell for me!" I cried.

"If you will be going through hell with him, keep going!" She hurled leaving with my bags.

"I don't even know who I am being married off to," I said to Lilian who was completely flummoxed. She simply stared in silence.

I rushed into my father's room, but he was not in. I rushed into the living room and met him walking in with his cane to ...