When I was five years old, my mother sat me down on her favourite persian rug and told me how my life would be. At the time, I listened with such intent because I was thought to be a very polite, young girl and I didn't know if my mother would ever tell me this again. But she told me everyday after that.
She told me I would have beauty and an elegance that could only be pursued through that of a dancer. But most of all, more wealth. Wealth in which normal girls could only wish for, and a beautiful expensive house which their mothers saw only in magazines. And when she said it she spoke the words with such passion and affection I almost believed it to be something better than it was, something that would make my life more whole. Her eyes were alight as she layed my future out for me, excited for my destiny. For my wealth most of all.
But I never understood. I didn't understand the happiness she got when she bought a new lamp or painting. Because they didn't mean anything. All she saw was the price tag, a price tag she could afford. A price tag that would show off our wealth in an arrogant manner, as though our thirty-nine room four story house wasn't enough of a tell tale sign.
And not understanding this state of mind, is a big issue when you live in Marlene's Brook. Marlene's Brook was full of people like her. People who were rich, but wanted more. No amount of money would ever be good enough for them. She taught me I was to be married to a rich wealthy gentleman, who spoke the queen's English and followed the rules of curtisy like a christian would a bible.
Money couldn't buy you love. And, she never said it would. But that wasn't an issue she believed significant. She had married a man of wealth, but purely just for that. There had been no immediate attraction, no heart yearning romance like in the love stories I read as a child with Jay. There had just been his pay cheque. And that was how it was in Marlene's Brook, marriage was for wealth and stability not for love or romantic endeavours. I had seen couples after couples get married in the church, and the bride would shuffle down the aisle in with the most beautiful and expensive dress their family could afford, and the groom would stand at the alter stony eyed and waiting. But not once had any of them been out of pure love for one another. I'd never seen the groom with teary eyes like in the films and not once had I watched them say their vows with such affection for one another. If you fell in love with him, that was a small perk that came with the wealth that would buy you everything you could ever want.
But I didn't want a life like that. I wanted love and romance. I promised myself I would walk down the aisle with a gentleman at the altar that completed me. He would be tall and strikingly beautiful, with strong arms that held me and made me feel safe. He would look at me with the eyes of a teenager in love and he would have a special smile that was saved for me with the most kissable lips a girl had seen. And I would be the luckiest girl on earth to have him. And we would be the luckiest couple on earth to have eachother.
And we would have beautiful children and undying love and an epic crazy romance that lasted a life time. And wherever we ended up, it wouldn't matter. Because he would have me. And I would have him.
And it would be.
Enough...
In an ideal world.
Hey there! I think you did a good job on this prologue. We get to meet your character a little and we can tell what kind of person she is. We know that she's not the kind of person who wants to grow up, get married, make babies, clean the house, and die x)
I think the biggest issue with this introduction is how much it jumps around. We start off hearing about how her grandma sees her future with lots of money and beauty, then she talks about how she doesn't really like wealth. Then she says how in this time people married solely for wealth, but that wasn't how she wanted to live. And it ends on that kind of a note: "In this book, everyone gets married to money, but that's not how I want to live"
To me, it would be much more on-topic if you started the scene with something like your main character hearing wedding bells and then lead that into your character's monologue about what she doesn't like with society. If you get what I mean.
I noticed a few typos/error, but not many. When you revise this you might want to keep an eye out.
Hope I helped!