Match Made In Heaven

Prologue

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I kick the alarm clock on the floor with a quick and fast move I've learned from my martial arts lesson last year.

Summer is over again and it's time to go back to college. I hate it. I mean...

Don't get me wrong. I love my school. I chose the major I have always wanted. Performing arts and especially acting and dancing.

I'm going to become the next Angelina Jolie or Madonna. Perhaps both.

Yes I dreamed big. And I was obviously the best of my class. No one could top me. Why? Well simply because my father paid so much money to the school they wouldn't even dare to give me an D let alone F.

So yeah. Fredrika Aminoff here. Daddy's girl. Aminoff is an old royal family. Well maybe not as royal as kings and queens, but respected.

After I moved from Europe to live with my dad in Brazil I had been treated like a queen.

Can't blame them. I am one. I know my worth and I am fed up with counting pennies to get some butter on the bread or worse... choose whether I have gifts or food for Christmas.

Yeah Dad wasn't always there and my mother despite having two jobs barely managed to support me and my pets financially. Don't blame me. All I wanted was a family. Siblings and father. All she could provide was furry ones.

I don't complain though. I really do love pets and especially my dog Lady. She died though. Before I moved. After her death and turning 18 I just felt no need to stay there.

I wanted to see the world and find out who my father is and why he abandoned me. Turned out he was told my mother had miscarriage after he proposed to her. Yet I was even named after my father. How great.

Whole my life I was the one who's father didn't care enough to be around. Bullied at school for being abandoned. When actually whole this time it was all my mothers fault. No wonder I wanted to just leave and move in with him.

Maybe I don't especially plan revenge on my mother, but I don't entirely forgive her either so it's better to stay apart for now. Besides who wouldn't want to live in a big manor like this?

My mother always treated me like a princess, but my father. Here I am the queen. And everybody wants their piece of me.

Not to mention how much better I get along with all these new people in this country. It's like our mentality fits way better. I'm not really that European person after all. I needed some spice into my life.

And Brazilians. They definitely got some.

"Abuelita por favor"

I could hear my fathers voice echo in the hallway. It really was time to get up.

"Rika... A minha."

Clearly older a bit chubby lady rushed into my room with hurry as my father quickly rushed after her trying to stop her reaching out his arms, but failing badly.

"I'm sorry dear I tried to stop her, but she couldn't be held." He then said panting slightly. Wiping droplets of sweat from his forehead.

It was obvious he had really run up the stairs and in his age. After all he was turning already 70. It wasn't that easy task anymore.

"What is it Constance?" I then said yawning sitting up on my bed dusting off my nightgown before adjusting my eyes to the scenery confused.

What ever could be that urgent I couldn't even have a chance to wash my face let alone get dressed before someone needing my attention?

"Look. Look at this. Ahh Minha. Impressionante"

her face was glowing and she barely could keep her legs on the ground as she seemed so excited handing me over an envelope.

Envelope that was apparently opened without my consent since the gluuing barely held it together.

Not bothering to get upset by this disrespectful act against my privacy I just sighed and opened it.

"Gasp"

Covering my mouth I stared at the text in shock.

It was a scholarship for the best Performance Art university in Los Angeles. A school I had dreamed off since I was a child.

I looked at my father in shock. Of course asking with my gaze if he had anything to do with this.

"Don't look at me. My reputation can only help as much. This is another country." He shrugged still seemingly tired from running.

Something in his voice made me question whether he even wanted me to leave to another country?

Perhaps that's why Constance rushed so fast to show me. Perhaps my father didn't want me to know. After all. Having his daughter after 18 years being apart was a miracle he never could even imagine and he had become very protective.

But this. This was my dream. And I wouldn't let anyone stop me from fulfilling it.

"You need to call them!" Constance already pushed a phone to my hand as I still tried to calm my racing heart.

Me? Really? Going to a world wide known acting school. To Hollywood?