3 Are u kidding me { 2 }???

As we reached outside our house i saw a huge crowd waiting outside.

"Tell me now, Mom! What is THIS?" I said, pointing at the crowd which seemed to very rich - looking people outside of our house.

"Honey," mom said softly, getting out of the car. She paused, deciding whether she wanted to break it to me now or later. "We'll talk about it in the house, ok?"

She slammed the car door shut and started walking towards the house. I quickly followed her.

"Hi, Mrs. Wayne, how are you and Jennifer doing?" the handsome middle aged person asked.

I raised my eyebrow with surprise at him. How does he know my name? Mom better have a damn good explanation about this whole situation!

"I am doing very good. How about you, Mr. George?" My mom said, smiling at him, before shaking his hand.

But there was something in her eyes that told me that something bad is about to happen.

I looked at the beautiful lady standing beside the middle aged man supposedly Mr George. Damn she looks like a model straight from the Ralph Lauren's magazine cover, so thin and beautiful. Who is she? Is she a supermodel? were the thoughts which striked my mind instantly after seeing her.

"I am also doing very well," Mr. George replied with a heart warming smile.

I looked at the teen standing there. Woah! Is he gorgeous!? He also looked like a male model straight from the runaway! I thought, staring at him for 5 more second. I can tell that his type, girls just take a look at him and they would fall for him madly. I rolled my eyes.

I squinted my eyes at the sun. My head started to feel light and dizzy. I looked at the boy again to see that his mother was whispering something in his ear. I only caught a word; Love.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting, but let's go inside." My mom said and took out the keys to open the door.

As we walked in, I can feel that boy's eyes were on me.

"Please sit here." My mom said and they sat down in silence.

That boy's eyes were still on me, eyeing my body like seeing if my body was a type of body that he likes. I didn't dare to look at him. His gaze made me dislike him. After a moment, my father was back home.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. George." My father said.

Again, I sense something between them. They had a strange connection. Very Strange!

Father settled down and looked at me and than looked at mom. Mom looked at him back making some sort of sign. This was awkward and I can't take it anymore.

"Ok, what is going on?" I asked, interrupting the silence.

My parent froze, I feeling dumbstruck in front of the guest. My parents turned to faced me.

"How should I say this, honey?" Mom said and clasped her hand together.

I know when she says this phrase, it means there's bad news ahead. I tried to gulp my fear as I crossed my fingers, hoping that it is not something really bad.

Please!

I said a silence prayer.

Please, don't make it really bad.

"Umm, how should I say it?" Mom said again.

I waited patiently and sat back, pulling the acting of waiting patiently. I looked at my father and he was rubbing the soft spot between his index finger and thumb finger. He always does that when he is nervous.

"Honey, you are proposed to marry Ryan George?" my mom mumbled to herself but her voice was enough for me to hear what she just said.

Feeling thunderstruck i just looked at a corner in daze for God knows how much time repeating Mom's words in my head. Suddenly the name Ryan George startled me making me feel nothing but angry. I knew exactly who he was - the super sexy guy in my living room. But I didn't look at him; I was too mad to look at him.