Anna is an ordinary girl living her life as she had planned out for years. All of a sudden, she is presented with the choice to marry the Crown Prince of the country.
She could say yes and enjoy the benefits of a twenty-first century princess or sh...
The words, 'Dinner tonight comes with gun wounds', perfectly described the Bill family at the dining.
The meal felt like sandpaper in my throat. My mother made an extravagant meal of Caprese Lasagna Skillet tonight. Vic continued questioning, confused at the way she kept giving him more chicken saying he would eat more of that soon. I felt I was being sold. Dad didn't eat either but stared on like a deer caught in the headlight of a car.
"That is it!" With a grunt of frustration, Vic slammed his fists on the table and asked, "What's going on?"
I looked from my mother to my father taking in their contrasting expression,"Nothing," I said, letting my fork dance around the plate.
"You never toy with food, Anna," He said again after a while, "What are you guys hiding from me?"
I gave a short nod and pushed back my seat, "Thanks for the meal. Good night." I left the table and went to my room ignoring Vic's calls. I brought out my sketchbook to draw but ended up making a list.
Reasons why I can't marry the crown prince
1. I like *scratch* love Henry.
2. I am too young. I mean I planned to marry at 26.
(I have my private reasons.)
3. I want to be a famous artist like Leo Da Vinci and cruise the world. (I always imagined my first trip to be in Africa to amass myself in their art works I always find amazing.)
4. I am scared of being pregnant. (A living being inside of me gives me the shivers.)
5. Whatever happened to Freedom of Choice and 21st century? (Hell, it's right there in the constitution. I could take it up in court. That's pretty laughable seeing I have no money.)
6. I just don't want to marry. (Can you blame me? If a guy comes to you and says you have to marry Dwayne Johnson would you say yes?)
I stared out my window to the sky, remembering the song Henry sang. I exhaled heavily, letting my face fall. I regretted not telling him my true feelings.
I climbed into bed and laid on my back. I stared mournfully at the painting of my family. Why did this happen to us? We were good people and did good things. Why were we poor?
I did not think I could stand being away from my family. We stuck together like glue no matter the situation or consequences. Now, we are torn by the deal between two old men.
What were they thinking? Were they trying to be the next Cupid twins or something?
Grandpa better be grateful that he is dead or I would have committed murder.
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