goes somber. He must be experiencing ego-related distress. His egotis

never be able to forget that. Never. A

d my life, leaving me wondering how on earth I will get him out of my heart.

such a

away from this awful bed as I can. However, they do not last long as my pho

ame on the screen adds more to my despair and dre

Please come over. We need to talk about

about anything else. "Alright, Papa! I am..

harp turn. Do I still need to fight this cursed fate? What for? The idiot th

d to be tied to the fate that my parents chose for me tomorrow or not, I nee

tes

minutes since I arrived. I had a recap of both the sweet and ba

ges and look in my father's direction. "My princess, what is the ma

e his arrival. My eyes fall on his face, the lantern

gular than they previously did. His eyes have a thin film over them that I have never noticed. When did my dad get so old? Considering that we see each other f

cruising around my face. "What happened? You were jus

ven under the not-so-bright moonlight. Thanks to my crimson nose a

and bad. I was about to start savoring in the beautiful aura and let the memories flow over before my eyes fell on this piece of trash sitting down a

ction in the light of day rather than at night. I can already picture her face turning pallid and her big eyes po

ting to mind my own business and also act cool if I can.

ks while shifting in her chair, acting as if she owns the entire

ut if it brings you any joy, then, he

e responds in the same

ave been from the beginning and ho

heir faces. "Exactly why I didn't bother asking. Why on h

uldn't come." She shoots, and her miniat

to start a fight with me? Well, they know who the fuck wins, and that is me

at, Gracia? Or do you mean to say, You

hey should become permanent. Maybe then my father will lose interest in he

he balls to return to this house after sleeping with my boyfrien

uneasy, huh? She seems to have taken a shower, but sadly, she could not scour

able. "I don't understand why you would think I would let my father down, Gracia, unless any of you had a specific reason to want o

uths with that

some freaking garbage-stinking noo

an we get down to the issue at hand?" His wife passes him a bowl of noodles

"I'll just have a glass of juice," I say as I pour myself some. "I'm here now, Papa. Tell me what I ne

my end of the bargain. Tomorrow you will meet your b

iddles nor parables! As if it were as si

ow how I feel about this. I have often, always stated that I ob

ere is nothing that we can do.

"You are okay trading me off? Your only child, papa? You are not even going to

It's just marriage, not a death sent

ho actually lied to her that she has the ri

handle first. And I don't want my emotions to betray me. I should n

all, this is an exclusively family matter between father and dau

to his study. The pain of what Nelly did to me and the fear

oss from each other. "Back to w

pa," I cut him off boldly

chest and leans back to his swivel chair. He says, "Neither

for me, Papa? Not even sympathy for yo

have always known that this was bound to happe

." I stand my ground, unbended and unthrea

on me, "don't rile me up. I beg you, don't make this

e or your reputation and company?" I challenge. I know he has a choice here.

his is about me keeping my word and fulfilling my pledge to a specific person." He stands up and walks to me. "Damia

to love, or do we love what our hearts

othing about, Father? What if he turns out to be a psycho, a

hildhood, my dear. What you are thi

nst my father. There is no point in begging or arguing. It

t this, Papa?" I ask. The irony is that only I have the fin

. "I'm afraid not.

do whatever I possibly can to save my ass. There is no way I am risking my life merely because of a ridiculous agreement.

his arms for a hug. "I'll leave to g

careful on the road, my dear. See you. I lov

a," I say from the

to put ourselves and our interests before anyone else. Selfishness is som

m, tap my feet on th