"Esme, would you stop worrying?" My mother said, rather annoyed, "He's a good man." I sighed and turned away from her. I was at the edge of crying. My own mother is forcing me into an arranged marriage. I can't believe it. "I'll talk to her mother." My brother, Ben, said. Mother nodded and walked out of the room. "Esme-ah," He called from across the room, "I know this is hard for