RUNNING AWAY FROM MY BETROTHED
heavy head on my chair after parking in
p out of my car into the modest driveway of my humble abode, I le
of this country. A name that goes down way back in time, in the times of our great ancestors. We are the gurus of money and power. I reek of wealth to the heavens, and I am not sorry to brag about it. I
e Riccaford. The one and only ch
it all. Well, I do money-wise. There is nothing in this world that money can b
er s
his title. Of course, this was far from my ideal profession, but I had no choice but to accede to my father's requests and demands since, as they say, who dared challenge Richard Ric
sees as advantageous for him and his businesses is what you are required to do. And that too, without questioning his decisions. Whether I am okay with his choices or not, in the end, it’s his way that you will follow. My suggestions were never taken into consideration from
sucks! So
t is set to go off tomorrow will jeopardize our relationship in ways over which I have
ow what I am
aste of life outside of work. It has been the only day that I get to sample some enjoyment. Go out. Have fun. Shop like I am shop
e tomorrow is the auspicious day when I am supposed to meet my betrothed—some shitty jerk that I don’t even know his name. But then, hell knows, there is no way I will trade my life and happiness for that. I have obliged enough! I have been ordered around enough. I have been a good daughter, and I will continue to be. But if this will label me differently, then
t of what awaits me tomorrow is not doing any justice to my tired self either. Before I read over the
A vacation would do, given how tirelessly I have wor
ement after realizing
the way here. As if I want to celebrate! Bitter sigh! Give me a break, please! I am passing on their invitation, but I just did not have the courage to
ars, and frankly, it's high time we settled down. He is all that I could possibly want in a man, and I am the apple of hi
ed tomorrow! T