d angrily. This man wasn't even her biological father yet he wanted to marry her off to some broke guy. "You can leave if you don't want to accept it, I'll f

s he strode away heading towards the stairs. Rebecca sighed as she slumped into her chair weakly. She released the breath that she never knew she was holding. Well she's getting married, she said trying to convince herself that she was going to be fine but she wasn't too sure about that. Soon a lady dressed in a cooperate suit and short burgundy coloured hair walked downstairs, her make-up was messed up and she looked like someone who just did some vulgar act before coming down, it irritated the snot out of Rebecca but she just put in a polite smile. "You must be Rebecca, aren't you?" Ann, Philip's personal assistant said as she ran her gaze from the top of Rebecca's head down to her shoe as she scrunched up her nose in irritation. "Uh yes I am, you're his assistant?" Rebecca asked the lady slightly nervous by her scrutinizing gaze but Ann just chose to be mean. "Isn't that obvious already? anyway, let's go", Ann said as she walked ahead of Rebecca who had no choice but to follow her. As we got to a large boutique, Rebecca suddenly felt nervous and out of place, her clothes are either from thrift stores and her mom's old clothes so she never really had a proper taste in clothes. As Ann stepped in, two of the staff walked in to greet her. "Good day ma'am, you can browse through the dresses you would like in our store, then we'll pick out a weddi