The tea things had finally been cleared away, heels had been kicked off and collars had been loosened as the family sat around the living room, everyone giving their own 2 cents about the boy and his family.
The girl smiled to herself, remembering the endearing way the boy’s brother had managed to break her away from the women and seat her right across from the boy. True she hadn’t actually talked to the boy himself (that would have been scandalous!), but she had watched him converse and interact with her father and brother, she had noted his easy smile and his respectful demeanor, and she had blushed at the covert glances he had sent her way.
Listening to everyone happily discussing the evening, she realized that she wasn’t alone in her positive thoughts. They all seemed to have loved the boy.
The girl was still smiling to herself when her father turned to her and asked her the all important question.
“What did you think of him N?”
“I thought he was nice, they were all nice.”
“Are you ok with us saying yes?”
The room was quiet, all eyes on the girl. This was probably the most important decision she would ever have to make in her adult life, and she knew it. What she also knew though was that she trusted her father’s judgement and he would not be willing to give her away in marriage unless he really liked the boy and family in question.
She turned to her father and felt herself blush.
…. to be continued.
Over the years since I’ve been blogging I’ve been asked more than once how I met my husband, how arranged marriages work. Each marriage, arranged or not, comes about differently and I can’t speak for them all, but this is my story.