(No worries~!)
To say that Thomas was looking forward to this meeting would be beyond incorrect. He was pissed that his parents had gone and set something like this up. An arranged marriage, of all things! Didn't they know that he wanted to be his own person, to make his own choices, and to fall in love and marry on his own? Apparently that didn't matter. All that mattered to his parents were their decisions and he couldn't help but wonder if that was how their parents had been. It would make sense, he decided, since his parents were so strict. Hopefully it wasn't hereditary - he didn't want to be strict and boring. He wanted to rule the country in his own way.
When he heard his mother call for him, a quiet sigh escaped his lips. This was it. He had to meet his betrothed and he wished for nothing more than for something terrible to happen right then and there that could get him out of this mess. Perhaps that was something awful to wish for, but he couldn't help it; he wasn't really fond of being ordered around. He was the prince after all; wasn't he supposed to be the person to orders others? Of course, they were his parents, so he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Pushing the thoughts aside, he made his way downstairs, barely acknowledging the girl he was introduced to other than to shake her hand.
He ignored the way his mother glared at him, knowing she probably wanted him to be more polite, to kiss her hand or something of the manner. Maybe if he made this girl hate him, though, then things would work out for the best and he would be free of this entire thing. But the manners of the royalty line he was from was too deeply ingrained in his system, causing him to greet her with a simple, "Hello."
Mia adjusted the beanie on her head as she looked around. In honesty, the Evans family bought most of her clothes, because her mother could barely afford making the house payments, much less buy new clothes for her every year. Mr. and Mrs. Evans were rather nice, in her opinion, but she almost disliked the pity that they showed for her. But, then, there was their son, who clearly thought he was better than her and her mother. The very thought of it made her curl her fingers into a fist because egotism was worse than pity, in her opinion.
She tried not to think too much over the matter - especially since she could see Tanner wandering towards his car. An expensive car at that and she found it kind of ridiculous. She wasn't jealous of their money, no. She just found it incredibly worthy of disbelief that Tanner would throw away his money on a car like that - not that it didn't look nice, but there were so many better things to spend money on. Not that he would know any of that, because he usually didn't pay attention to too much besides himself - or, that was her opinion, anyways.
Consumed with her thoughts, she almost forgot that she had to head to a job interview. Her family needed the extra money and she couldn't afford to be late, not when that would give off a bad impression. She was in such a rush that she rushed out into the street to get to the bus stop without really paying attention to what was going on around her.