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Well, shit if that letter he got in the mail wasn’t one of the worst things he had ever received. Perhaps the worst thing. Arranged marriage? What the hell was that supposed to mean? At first he thought it was a joke, but after putting in a call to his mother, Zein realized it wasn’t. Apparently it was just something his family had done? One of his grandparents had initiated it a few months ago. Well hell if he was going to do it. Then of course his grandfather had went and died. And at his funeral, his grandmother had practically pleaded that she wanted to see his wedding day. The matchmaker had already found him a suitable match, she promised. He couldn’t go and break that poor girl’s heart now could he?
Somehow, Zein had let himself agree and so the process began. They were to have this elaborate ceremony in New York with both of their families present. Zein assumed it would be a Jewish ceremony, though was surprised to hear that his bride to be was not, in fact, Jewish. He thought for sure that his grandmother would relent then. They were about as Jewish as it got. But she didn’t. Maybe she realized this was her only chance to see her oldest grandson married. For Zein wasn’t likely going to get married any other way. He was too much of a…free spirit?
Even though they were supposed to meet at the alter (what century were they in?), Zein had somehow gotten ahold of his bride’s email. And instead of getting to know her virtually he asked to meet. She responded that she was going to be in Vegas for a work trip the next week and it was only a few hours trip for Zein from L.A. So, he went.
And immediately got drunk. Why had he agreed to do this again? Zein was early, which gave him plenty of time to blow a little bit of money on some games and the rest on alcohol. A few pretty girls caught his eye, but he had to remind himself that he was now taken. Great. He hoped at least she would be pretty. Before he could start to wallow, a text came in.
Meet me at the chapel.
Wow, she was an eager beaver, wasn’t she? Zein made his way to the casino chapel, not seeing anyone around. He opened the door, spotting someone standing at the altar. Were they going to do this right now? Zein sauntered down the aisle, feeling loose enough not to have any of his normal reservations. If he had, he probably would have stopped himself.
“Daniil?” he asked when he approached. Was this her?
Before he could even have a conversation, a priest in an Elvis costume(?) came forward, clearly ready to marry them.
“You’re ten minutes late, but let’s rock n’ roll,” the man said, opening up a bible.
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Well, shit if that letter he got in the mail wasn’t one of the worst things he had ever received. Perhaps the worst thing. Arranged marriage? What the hell was that supposed to mean? At first he thought it was a joke, but after putting in a call to his mother, Zein realized it wasn’t. Apparently it was just something his family had done? One of his grandparents had initiated it a few months ago. Well hell if he was going to do it. Then of course his grandfather had went and died. And at his funeral, his grandmother had practically pleaded that she wanted to see his wedding day. The matchmaker had already found him a suitable match, she promised. He couldn’t go and break that poor girl’s heart now could he?
Somehow, Zein had let himself agree and so the process began. They were to have this elaborate ceremony in New York with both of their families present. Zein assumed it would be a Jewish ceremony, though was surprised to hear that his bride to be was not, in fact, Jewish. He thought for sure that his grandmother would relent then. They were about as Jewish as it got. But she didn’t. Maybe she realized this was her only chance to see her oldest grandson married. For Zein wasn’t likely going to get married any other way. He was too much of a…free spirit?
Even though they were supposed to meet at the alter (what century were they in?), Zein had somehow gotten ahold of his bride’s email. And instead of getting to know her virtually he asked to meet. She responded that she was going to be in Vegas for a work trip the next week and it was only a few hours trip for Zein from L.A. So, he went.
And immediately got drunk. Why had he agreed to do this again? Zein was early, which gave him plenty of time to blow a little bit of money on some games and the rest on alcohol. A few pretty girls caught his eye, but he had to remind himself that he was now taken. Great. He hoped at least she would be pretty. Before he could start to wallow, a text came in.
Meet me at the chapel.
Wow, she was an eager beaver, wasn’t she? Zein made his way to the casino chapel, not seeing anyone around. He opened the door, spotting someone standing at the altar. Were they going to do this right now? Zein sauntered down the aisle, feeling loose enough not to have any of his normal reservations. If he had, he probably would have stopped himself.
“Daniil?” he asked when he approached. Was this her?
Before he could even have a conversation, a priest in an Elvis costume(?) came forward, clearly ready to marry them.
“You’re ten minutes late, but let’s rock n’ roll,” the man said, opening up a bible.
Well, shit if that letter he got in the mail wasn’t one of the worst things he had ever received. Perhaps the worst thing. Arranged marriage? What the hell was that supposed to mean? At first he thought it was a joke, but after putting in a call to his mother, Zein realized it wasn’t. Apparently it was just something his family had done? One of his grandparents had initiated it a few months ago. Well hell if he was going to do it. Then of course his grandfather had went and died. And at his funeral, his grandmother had practically pleaded that she wanted to see his wedding day. The matchmaker had already found him a suitable match, she promised. He couldn’t go and break that poor girl’s heart now could he?
Somehow, Zein had let himself agree and so the process began. They were to have this elaborate ceremony in New York with both of their families present. Zein assumed it would be a Jewish ceremony, though was surprised to hear that his bride to be was not, in fact, Jewish. He thought for sure that his grandmother would relent then. They were about as Jewish as it got. But she didn’t. Maybe she realized this was her only chance to see her oldest grandson married. For Zein wasn’t likely going to get married any other way. He was too much of a…free spirit?
Even though they were supposed to meet at the alter (what century were they in?), Zein had somehow gotten ahold of his bride’s email. And instead of getting to know her virtually he asked to meet. She responded that she was going to be in Vegas for a work trip the next week and it was only a few hours trip for Zein from L.A. So, he went.
And immediately got drunk. Why had he agreed to do this again? Zein was early, which gave him plenty of time to blow a little bit of money on some games and the rest on alcohol. A few pretty girls caught his eye, but he had to remind himself that he was now taken. Great. He hoped at least she would be pretty. Before he could start to wallow, a text came in.
Meet me at the chapel.
Wow, she was an eager beaver, wasn’t she? Zein made his way to the casino chapel, not seeing anyone around. He opened the door, spotting someone standing at the altar. Were they going to do this right now? Zein sauntered down the aisle, feeling loose enough not to have any of his normal reservations. If he had, he probably would have stopped himself.
“Daniil?” he asked when he approached. Was this her?
Before he could even have a conversation, a priest in an Elvis costume(?) came forward, clearly ready to marry them.
“You’re ten minutes late, but let’s rock n’ roll,” the man said, opening up a bible.
"We arranged your wedding."
Those were the words uttered by her father Pavlos, when she joined the family for breakfast that morning. The hazel eyed brunette just blinked, totally unfazed. I hope he can handle me. she thought as she slid into her seat at the breakfast table. She knew that her father had been up to something since the day that she came home furious because her then boy toy, Alex, dropped her in a very public breakup.
"So who's the lucky boy?" she asked as she popped a chunk of feta cheese in her mouth. That was curtesy of her grandfather, who received emails from Daniil complaining that Americans could not make feta worth a spit and how she missed the real stuff. Pavlos had the sense enough to wait for her to swallow before saying....
"His name is Zein."
Her brows shot up. The name was not Greek she was sure of it. She had no idea what world it was from, but she was going to find out. She quickly downed her breakfast, made a cup of coffee and then headed to her room. She kicked the door shut and then crossed over to her desk. She set the coffee cup on the coaster and then opened her laptop and logged in before she walked over to her closet and pulled out a deep green tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans.
A beep from her laptop brought her over to see what was in her inbox. Her mouth dropped open at the email that greeted her. A slow smile appeared on her face when she discovered that the sender was Zein himself. Quickly she typed a reply. I am going to Vegas, feel up to joining me? and then she hit send.
If they were going to get married it was going to be on their terms not their families. She quickly powered down and unplugged the laptop, shoving it and all its periphinalia into her backpack. In another bag she stuffed toiletries and her clothes. She'd buy a dress when they fingered it all out.
That night while everyone was in bed, she snuck out and packed the car. Within an hour she was underway to Vegas from her home in Long Beach. A stop at Starbucks for a mocha latte with java chips and a few bags of chocolate covered expresso beans and then she was gone.
It took her a mere four hours later she arrived in Sin City. She had booked a room at the famed Luxor Hotel. She'd hit the strip and the gambling games after she got some sleep. If Zein was here she hoped he was enjoying the city and all her enticements.
She pulled her ceil from her pocket and sent him the message to meet her at the chapel. With a sigh she pulled her short greek style dress from its bag and laid it on the bed. She took a shower with her beloved lavender scented bath gel, Once dried off she does her make up and her hair.
Once she was satisfied, she heads to the chapel, hoping to talk to him before they did the deed.
She got there first and waited for him sitting in one of the chairs. She must have dozed while she waited because the moment she heard his voice, her eyes few open and she was on her feet.
"Zein?"
The moment Elvis appeared, Dani shot the man a look that would have fried anyone else. Looking at Zein, she said, "Give us a bit dude will ya? We'll Call ya when we are done, Kay?"
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"We arranged your wedding."
Those were the words uttered by her father Pavlos, when she joined the family for breakfast that morning. The hazel eyed brunette just blinked, totally unfazed. I hope he can handle me. she thought as she slid into her seat at the breakfast table. She knew that her father had been up to something since the day that she came home furious because her then boy toy, Alex, dropped her in a very public breakup.
"So who's the lucky boy?" she asked as she popped a chunk of feta cheese in her mouth. That was curtesy of her grandfather, who received emails from Daniil complaining that Americans could not make feta worth a spit and how she missed the real stuff. Pavlos had the sense enough to wait for her to swallow before saying....
"His name is Zein."
Her brows shot up. The name was not Greek she was sure of it. She had no idea what world it was from, but she was going to find out. She quickly downed her breakfast, made a cup of coffee and then headed to her room. She kicked the door shut and then crossed over to her desk. She set the coffee cup on the coaster and then opened her laptop and logged in before she walked over to her closet and pulled out a deep green tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans.
A beep from her laptop brought her over to see what was in her inbox. Her mouth dropped open at the email that greeted her. A slow smile appeared on her face when she discovered that the sender was Zein himself. Quickly she typed a reply. I am going to Vegas, feel up to joining me? and then she hit send.
If they were going to get married it was going to be on their terms not their families. She quickly powered down and unplugged the laptop, shoving it and all its periphinalia into her backpack. In another bag she stuffed toiletries and her clothes. She'd buy a dress when they fingered it all out.
That night while everyone was in bed, she snuck out and packed the car. Within an hour she was underway to Vegas from her home in Long Beach. A stop at Starbucks for a mocha latte with java chips and a few bags of chocolate covered expresso beans and then she was gone.
It took her a mere four hours later she arrived in Sin City. She had booked a room at the famed Luxor Hotel. She'd hit the strip and the gambling games after she got some sleep. If Zein was here she hoped he was enjoying the city and all her enticements.
She pulled her ceil from her pocket and sent him the message to meet her at the chapel. With a sigh she pulled her short greek style dress from its bag and laid it on the bed. She took a shower with her beloved lavender scented bath gel, Once dried off she does her make up and her hair.
Once she was satisfied, she heads to the chapel, hoping to talk to him before they did the deed.
She got there first and waited for him sitting in one of the chairs. She must have dozed while she waited because the moment she heard his voice, her eyes few open and she was on her feet.
"Zein?"
The moment Elvis appeared, Dani shot the man a look that would have fried anyone else. Looking at Zein, she said, "Give us a bit dude will ya? We'll Call ya when we are done, Kay?"
"We arranged your wedding."
Those were the words uttered by her father Pavlos, when she joined the family for breakfast that morning. The hazel eyed brunette just blinked, totally unfazed. I hope he can handle me. she thought as she slid into her seat at the breakfast table. She knew that her father had been up to something since the day that she came home furious because her then boy toy, Alex, dropped her in a very public breakup.
"So who's the lucky boy?" she asked as she popped a chunk of feta cheese in her mouth. That was curtesy of her grandfather, who received emails from Daniil complaining that Americans could not make feta worth a spit and how she missed the real stuff. Pavlos had the sense enough to wait for her to swallow before saying....
"His name is Zein."
Her brows shot up. The name was not Greek she was sure of it. She had no idea what world it was from, but she was going to find out. She quickly downed her breakfast, made a cup of coffee and then headed to her room. She kicked the door shut and then crossed over to her desk. She set the coffee cup on the coaster and then opened her laptop and logged in before she walked over to her closet and pulled out a deep green tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans.
A beep from her laptop brought her over to see what was in her inbox. Her mouth dropped open at the email that greeted her. A slow smile appeared on her face when she discovered that the sender was Zein himself. Quickly she typed a reply. I am going to Vegas, feel up to joining me? and then she hit send.
If they were going to get married it was going to be on their terms not their families. She quickly powered down and unplugged the laptop, shoving it and all its periphinalia into her backpack. In another bag she stuffed toiletries and her clothes. She'd buy a dress when they fingered it all out.
That night while everyone was in bed, she snuck out and packed the car. Within an hour she was underway to Vegas from her home in Long Beach. A stop at Starbucks for a mocha latte with java chips and a few bags of chocolate covered expresso beans and then she was gone.
It took her a mere four hours later she arrived in Sin City. She had booked a room at the famed Luxor Hotel. She'd hit the strip and the gambling games after she got some sleep. If Zein was here she hoped he was enjoying the city and all her enticements.
She pulled her ceil from her pocket and sent him the message to meet her at the chapel. With a sigh she pulled her short greek style dress from its bag and laid it on the bed. She took a shower with her beloved lavender scented bath gel, Once dried off she does her make up and her hair.
Once she was satisfied, she heads to the chapel, hoping to talk to him before they did the deed.
She got there first and waited for him sitting in one of the chairs. She must have dozed while she waited because the moment she heard his voice, her eyes few open and she was on her feet.
"Zein?"
The moment Elvis appeared, Dani shot the man a look that would have fried anyone else. Looking at Zein, she said, "Give us a bit dude will ya? We'll Call ya when we are done, Kay?"
Zein wanted to punch this Elvis impersonator in the face, but fighting wasn’t really his thing. He couldn’t mess up his face or hands. He had to make money somehow. So he was grateful when Daniil told the guy to shove off. It wasn’t like they had to get married right now. In fact, that hadn’t even really been what he had planning, though the idea had some appeal to it now that he thought about it. Others got married in Vegas all the time. Granted, they probably thought they were in love, but eh, who could tell here? Might as well just get it over with, right?
He was sobering up quickly meeting this woman, though the faint buzz kept him loose enough not to worry. Not that Zein usually worried around the ladies, but there was something different about meeting his future wife. Damn, if only his grandmother hadn’t been so insistent about this. If only she wasn’t so old. Maybe Daniil would agree to do this and get a divorce after his grandma died. Or to just to be married, but not be? To live apart. Zein wanted to be free.
Still, she was pretty.
“Yeah, I’m Zein. You want to get this over with already or just thought this would be a convenient spot to meet?” Smooth. Get it together, Zein. At least don’t be a huge jerk. It wasn’t her fault this was happening and that he totally wasn’t interested.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “This is just all…uncharted territory for me. I didn’t think I would be getting married like this.” He waved his hand to gesture vaguely, clarifying, “Well, like arranged and all. A Vegas wedding always did feel like something that would happen to me, though. Fun, impulsive. No big ordeal. No family. Just me and the woman of my choice.”
Ouch, well that didn’t sound any better, did it?
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Thank you for meeting me here. I didn’t want to wait until the wedding day to meet you. Seems old fashioned.” Old, old fashioned. He was talking too much. Zein never talked this much. That was why he was so good with the ladies. There was an air of mystery. Well, there was no mystery here. Might as well go with it.
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Zein wanted to punch this Elvis impersonator in the face, but fighting wasn’t really his thing. He couldn’t mess up his face or hands. He had to make money somehow. So he was grateful when Daniil told the guy to shove off. It wasn’t like they had to get married right now. In fact, that hadn’t even really been what he had planning, though the idea had some appeal to it now that he thought about it. Others got married in Vegas all the time. Granted, they probably thought they were in love, but eh, who could tell here? Might as well just get it over with, right?
He was sobering up quickly meeting this woman, though the faint buzz kept him loose enough not to worry. Not that Zein usually worried around the ladies, but there was something different about meeting his future wife. Damn, if only his grandmother hadn’t been so insistent about this. If only she wasn’t so old. Maybe Daniil would agree to do this and get a divorce after his grandma died. Or to just to be married, but not be? To live apart. Zein wanted to be free.
Still, she was pretty.
“Yeah, I’m Zein. You want to get this over with already or just thought this would be a convenient spot to meet?” Smooth. Get it together, Zein. At least don’t be a huge jerk. It wasn’t her fault this was happening and that he totally wasn’t interested.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “This is just all…uncharted territory for me. I didn’t think I would be getting married like this.” He waved his hand to gesture vaguely, clarifying, “Well, like arranged and all. A Vegas wedding always did feel like something that would happen to me, though. Fun, impulsive. No big ordeal. No family. Just me and the woman of my choice.”
Ouch, well that didn’t sound any better, did it?
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Thank you for meeting me here. I didn’t want to wait until the wedding day to meet you. Seems old fashioned.” Old, old fashioned. He was talking too much. Zein never talked this much. That was why he was so good with the ladies. There was an air of mystery. Well, there was no mystery here. Might as well go with it.
Zein wanted to punch this Elvis impersonator in the face, but fighting wasn’t really his thing. He couldn’t mess up his face or hands. He had to make money somehow. So he was grateful when Daniil told the guy to shove off. It wasn’t like they had to get married right now. In fact, that hadn’t even really been what he had planning, though the idea had some appeal to it now that he thought about it. Others got married in Vegas all the time. Granted, they probably thought they were in love, but eh, who could tell here? Might as well just get it over with, right?
He was sobering up quickly meeting this woman, though the faint buzz kept him loose enough not to worry. Not that Zein usually worried around the ladies, but there was something different about meeting his future wife. Damn, if only his grandmother hadn’t been so insistent about this. If only she wasn’t so old. Maybe Daniil would agree to do this and get a divorce after his grandma died. Or to just to be married, but not be? To live apart. Zein wanted to be free.
Still, she was pretty.
“Yeah, I’m Zein. You want to get this over with already or just thought this would be a convenient spot to meet?” Smooth. Get it together, Zein. At least don’t be a huge jerk. It wasn’t her fault this was happening and that he totally wasn’t interested.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “This is just all…uncharted territory for me. I didn’t think I would be getting married like this.” He waved his hand to gesture vaguely, clarifying, “Well, like arranged and all. A Vegas wedding always did feel like something that would happen to me, though. Fun, impulsive. No big ordeal. No family. Just me and the woman of my choice.”
Ouch, well that didn’t sound any better, did it?
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Thank you for meeting me here. I didn’t want to wait until the wedding day to meet you. Seems old fashioned.” Old, old fashioned. He was talking too much. Zein never talked this much. That was why he was so good with the ladies. There was an air of mystery. Well, there was no mystery here. Might as well go with it.
