From Duty To Desire

The grand ballroom of the luxurious Majestic Hotel was a sight to behold. Crystal Chandeliers, their facets glinting like diamonds,hung from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the room. Lavish drapery,in a rich ivory hue, adorned the walls, and intricate floral arrangements, featuring rare and exotic blooms, decorated the tables.

The atmosphere was opulent,yet tense. Brittany, resplendent in a lace gown that seemed to shimmer in the light,stood at the altar,her eyes fixed on the floor. Her hair,a rich chestnut hue,cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her makeup was flawless, accentuating her porcelain skin. Ethan, dashing in a black tuxedo, stood beside her, his jaw clenched and his dark blue eyes narrowed resentfully under his brows.

Their parents, beaming with pride,sat in the front row, unaware of the unease between their children. They had been the brain behind this ARRANGED MARRIAGE,as Brittany had always called it. They hadn't thought about the aftermath of everything, they hadn't for once stop to think about their feelings,her outraged mind cried.

Gregory, Ethan's best friend watched with a somber expression. He had been his childhood friend and their bond waxed stronger as they grew. He knew his friend was not ready for marriage but there was nothing he could do to salvage him from the situation he found himself.

Dora watched with a mixture of excitement and concern. She was Brittany's maid of honor and was her personal assistant in her office. They shared secrets and soon became best of friends.

The priest chants, the ritual unfold, and they exchange vows. But Brittany's heart isn't in it. She's going through the motions, trapped in a union that feels like a prison sentence.

As they exchange the sacred garland, Ethan's fingers brush against hers. It's a fleeting touch, but it sends a shiver down her spine. She feels a sense of dread,a sense of uncertainty. What does the future hold for them?

The reception that followed was a lavish affair, with champagne flowing like water, and a live band playing a selection of classical and contemporary music. The guests,a mix of friends, family, and acquaintances,mingled and chatted, their faces a blur of smiles and polite conversation.

Brittany and Ethan barely spoke, their communications limited to forced smiles and fake laughters. They danced a waltz, their movements stiff and awkward, their eyes fixed on some point beyond the crowd.

As the ceremony ends, their parents embrace them, beaming with pride.

"Congratulations, Brittany!" Brittany's mother exclaims, tears in her eyes. "You're now part of an amazing family".

Ethan's father claps him on the back ."My son, you've made me proud. Brittany, welcome to our family".

Brittany forced a smile, feeling like a puppet on strings. They took photos, exchanged gifts and went through the motions of a wedding celebration. But Brittany's heart was heavy,her mind racing with thoughts of rebellion. Ethan's heart seemed to bore into hers with contempt. Brittany glared back,her anger simmering.

The limousine ride to Ethan's house was a silent one. Brittany stared out the window,her mind a million miles away, while Ethan fidgeted with his tie. As they turned into the driveway, Brittany's heart sank. The building was grand and imposing,a testament to Ethan's wealth and status.

The limousine stopped in front of the house, and Ethan got out and mounted the stairs. The first thing Brittany noticed as she got down was the garden. The meticulously manicured lawn, with each blade of grass precision-cut to create a velvety expanse of emerald green.

Roses of every hue - from soft pastel shades to bold and bright - bloomed in perfect harmony, their delicate petals swaying gently in the breeze. Sunflowers towered above, while delicate orchids and exotic blooms added an extra layer of sophistication. Ethan's love for flowers and beauty was evident in every detail, creating a truly breathtaking oasis that was a joy to behold.

As she entered the house, Brittany was struck by its opulence. The foyer was marble-tiled with a chandelier that seemed to sparkle like diamonds. The walls were adorned with intricate frescoes, and the floor was covered with a plush Persian rug.

Amanda, the housekeeper, stood discreetly to the side,her eyes fixed on Brittany with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She was a middle-aged woman, with a kind face and warm smile

"Welcome,Mrs Brittany",she said,her voice low and soothing."I hope you'll be happy here".

Brittany forced a smile, her heart sinking."Thanks...... Brittany is fine".

Amanda led her to the living room , which was equally impressive. The walls were designed with expensive artwork, and the furniture was designer-made. Ethan was seated,his eyes fixed on the coffee table. It was made of polished mahogany, and it seemed to shine in the light.

Amanda brought in a tray of refreshments, including champagne and canapes. Brittany declined,her stomach churning with anxiety. Ethan poured himself a glass of champagne, his eyes fixed on Brittany."So Brittany",he said, his voice cold and detached."Amanda will show you the guest room. I've had it prepared for you".

Brittany smiled,a hint of satisfaction in her eyes."I expected as much, Ethan. I know you didn't want me in your bed".

Ethan raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her calm demeanor "You expected it?"

Brittany nodded,her smile growing wider."Yes,I did. I know we're not meant to be together, Ethan".

"Get this straight", Ethan frowned"I know we're married, Brittany. But let's be real, it's just a facade. A show for our families and friends. I don't love you, and I never will".

"Same here", Brittany retorted."I only married you to please my family, and to secure the business deal between our parents. You're nothing to me, Ethan".

As she walked towards the guest room, she turned back to Ethan and smiled again,a smile that sent shivers down his spine."Don't worry, Ethan. I'll make sure to put on a good show for our families and friends".

With that, she walked into the guest room, leaving Ethan alone in the living room, wondering what she had just unleashed.