I glanced over my shoulder slightly, watching Jack do the same with my mom, but she already had her back turned on us as Jack lead her towards the couch. "What has gotten into her? She's acting like a completely different person," I heard her say to Jack, but I already turned my head in front if myself and took a step on the stairs. What has gotten into me?! Am I the crazy one for trying to stop them from making this ridiculous decision? "She's vulnerable right now. You can't make her do something like that, mom." Jack tried explaining the best way he could.. And I talked to him a few times after I left. He was also supporting me with this.. At least I had them on my side, proving me that I was not crazy for not wanting to marry a stranger and give up all the power. "It's for the best." She started with that scolding tone and her voice slightly muted the more I walked up the stairs. "She's our daughter, she's supposed to obey our decisions." Ah, of course. It was for the pride of our family. How sweet. My parents promised me to a man I didn't even know.. It was going to crash their pride if their daughter acted like this, wasn't it? "Your brother should not encourage her by taking her side like that." I glanced at Marco, bur he just rubbed my back sligtly. I was shaking at that point. Not that I was nervous for talking to my father, but for seeing a complete different side to my mother.. "I shouldn't have came back," I whispered slowly, but the frown on his face made me feel like I was talking crazy. "Don't say that." I heard him say quietly as we reached the second floor, my father's office right at the end of the hallway. I stopped, looked at Marco and he looked back at me. He could read right through me. "What has gotten into them?" Again, I talked quiet, trying not to be heard by my dad, or my mom that was still rambling about how disrespectful I acted, for hey, being crazy and all and not wanting to ruin my own life firstly, then the life of another thousand people with that marriage. Marco glanced on the side, making sure there was no one near us, before he looked back down at me. "You were right about the deal.. There is a deal between dad and Alexander, he just refuses to tell me what it is about. He told me to stay out of it and that it was for the best.." He ran his hand through his dark hair.. The more he grew up the more he looked like my dad.. He was already so much taller than me.. "That's all I got." I could tell that this subject effected him as much as it did me, even though he wasn't the one that our parents were making drastic decisions for.. But we weren't blind.. We could all see that there was something going on. However, they refused to tell us. I tapped his shoulder sligtly, before taking a step to walk towards dad's office. "I'll figure it out." I told him as I passed by him, knowing that he followed only a step behind me. I seemed to take careful steps towards my father's office for some reason as I stopped a feet away from his door. My hand reached for the knob, but before I even wrapped my fingers around it, a familiar voice from the inside stopped me. To be more correct, it was my father talking. "She'll come around." Was all I heard through the isolated door and with his voice muted.. Like a stone, something dropped in my stomach. My heart skipped a beat and only one thought hit me. But the first thing I tried telling myself was 'No, it's not possible,'. I was the kind of person that assumptions made me even more eager to know.. With a quick knock on the door, I wrapped my fingers around the knob and turned, pushing the door open immediately. The sight I was met with took me by surprise, and I think everyone in the room heard how rapidly my heart started thumping, like it lost control.. I stopped dead in my tracks, across from my father's desk and stared, completely lost and paralyzed with the sight. While my father was sitting on his desk, right beside it was standing a tall young man, in casual jeans and a gray shirt, with a built large figure and muscly arms crossed over his chest.. A dirty blonde hair, messy on top of his head, sharp jaw and cheekbones, and large light brown eyes with clear wildness that I only saw once before. Mr. Alexander Vesnetsov personally.. Apparently, my future husband.