had clear eyes, flawless skin and a pretty good shape. She looked at her father who had just called her in to talk with her. She lifted her glass of wine and too

lm cleared his throat and hesitated before speaking. "I am setting a date for you, I would like you to meet someone." Yvonne furrowed her brow and sat up. "Someone?" She raised her brow as he nodded. "Dad, why would y

herly feeling that made Yvonne calm, her father is an awesome man, no doubt she loves him, but still... "Dad, if I happen not to like him, please respect my decision okay?" She gave him her condition, she doesn't like being forced into a

s the smile on his daughter's face. "So have you decided?" Yvonne stopped smiling immediately. "My decision is the same, if I don't like him then you should accept," Yvonne said as she got up from the chair to leave. "Okay, look forward to it next week." "Okay. Yvonne went into her room and made a few happy

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ful galaxy room that was astonishing. He answered the phone just as Malinda came out to serve him his coffee. Malcolm told him that his daughter had accepted to go on the date. Gilbert seemed happy when he ended the ca

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shouldn't always be intimidated by him, what was wrong with me? I used to be a brave girl at the orphanage, why was I acting so coy. "No, I am still writing it." I looked up and met his gaze and in a brief moment I look down again, his brow was furrowed and his face had turned cold, I was sure that he was angry at my stupid word. "You don't just get it, do you?" I heard his angry voice and my head told me to run away from this room right now, but my heart said I shouldn't offend him anymore and stay still. "That is a new song I am working on and you have just ruined it!" He got up from the chair and I stepped backwards, frightened of what he would do to me, he might hit me, where will I duck first, I bite down my lips. "I know just what I have to do." His voice rang in my ear again. "I have to tell my dad to fire you because you are unlucky." I lifted my head to see him walking towards the door, I gripped his hands to stop him from leaving the room. "Yes, I am unlucky, I know that." Tears pooled in my eyes, ever since I lost my parents I have always thought of myself as an unlucky child. He pushed me off him and I lost my balance and hit the floor with my ass. It hurt so much, but I know he never likes the idea of me touching him. "How dare you lay your filthy hands on me, you orphan!" He shouted and his words hit home. My heart shattered into