Match Made In Hell

"Evelina hurry up, the guests will be here soon! " I heard my aunty shout from downstairs. "I'll be down soon! ".

Today is an important day for the Ivanovitch family. My elder sister, Sana, is meeting her fiance's family today.

You may think it's going to be an exciting day for her, but it's not. My papa arranged this marriage. It's the tradition in the Ivanovitch family.

When a girl reaches the age of marriage, she gets married off to strengthen the family's influence and business. It has always been this way. I know it will be my turn one day, but that day is not coming soon.

I finished my makeup and checked myself in the mirror. I look beautiful, I took my mama's face and my papa's eyes. A round shaped face, blue eyes with caramel skin. 

My mama passed away when I was just six, but I still remember what she looks like. She was a very beautiful woman and my papa loved her dearly. She died of cancer. 

I double checked everything and was satisfied with how I looked, then I headed downstairs. The mansion is usually busy, but today it was very busy. I headed to the main room where my family members are. 

"With how long you spent preparing, someone might think you're the one meeting her fiance today" Said aunty Marina as soon as I stepped into the room. "Let her be Marina,  a woman must always look her best" my uncle Pavel quickly backed me up. 

I gave them both a smile as I walked to the far end of the room. My family is pretty big. My papa runs a very large business and being the family man that he is, he took a lot of our cousins under his wings. 

My papa owns one of the biggest diamond mining companies in Russia, producing a significant portion of diamonds and distributing them to many countries. 

"Evelina can you please go help babushka in the kitchen" aunty Marina calls out to me "Sure aunty"

Babushka was my grandmama and my favorite person in this world. I particularly live under my sister's shadow. She has always been in the spotlight while I was left in a dark corner. My mama and babushka have always been the only ones who truly see me, but when my mama died, it was just babushka.

I entered the kitchen that was bussing with servants and babushka was at the center of it. 

"Oh don't steer it like that, you'll end up burning up!" "someone get that turkey out of the oven before it turns into a charcoal briquette!"

Yeah, that's my babushka. I guess she's not really everybody's favorite. 

"Hey there, maybe try toning down the volume a bit, babushka, to keep that blood pressure in check!" I joked as I neared my grandmama.

"Oh, solnyshko!" my grandma beamed as she hugged me. Solnyshko was a nickname babushka has always called me ever since I was little. "I haven't seen you all week, dear. Have you been eating well? Has anyone been giving you trouble?"