Words I never said (Forced MARRIAGE)

Chapter 1

"Your father is waiting for you ma'am,"

I lifted my head up from the comfy golden pillow, to find Rose standing outside my door with a concerned look.

"Um thanks Rose,"

"my pleasure ma'am," she replied nervously playing with the hem of her white apron that was hoisted around her waist as usual. Her brown curls tied in a tight bun, black polished shoes that matched her dress sparkling from my chandeliers glow.

"It's Summer Rose," I objected rolling my eyes playfully, "don't worry about my father, I'll speak to him personally"

"as you wish Summer," a smile played on her lips as she spoke, causing me to return the sincere look she was giving me "are you set?" she asked sympathetically.

Nodding my head, I stepped off my King sized bed that can basically fit an entire family and slipped on my gold Gucci heels.

Rose led the way in silenced as I followed behind, trembling slightly from the height of these shoes. We cautiously made our way down the huge limestone staircase where my father is.

I sighed heavily, still overthinking of the bizarre events that occurred this morning. I remember getting sympathetic glances from the staff, which was a-bit odd come to think of it. I just hope its not what I think it is.

This morning, I was forced into a beautiful elite gown that just reached the ground and embraces my body cosily making it hard to breathe.

My face was covered in light makeup and my thick black hair was tied up in a French bun so that I had some curls springing from the side, with my fringe falling just above my eyelashes that surrounded the brown dull eyes. I had a diamond necklace o'er my neck, with small matching earrings dangling from my lobes.

Rose stopped in front of the dinning door since she wasn't to enter unless necessary and gestures me to enter. Picking up my gown I stepped up the two-step stairs and walked pass the glass doors immediately noticing my father sitting at the end of the long antique table.

Every-time I enter this room, it always manages to take my breath away. The floor was covered in a beautiful deep red carpet, with the furniture all antique as usual. The eerie feeling it gave to them just made it 10times better. And no, before you get too far ahead, I'm not into Goth or dark deathly colours or whatever. This room is just special.

I walked hesitantly towards my father where there was two cups and saucers placed neatly. Our butler immediately rushed to my-side to pull and push the chair in for me as I sat with a huff.

Bitting the inside of my cheek from groaning in frustration, I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. I hate when they do this. I mean I can pull the chair out on my own! Nevertheless I smiled appreciatively towards our butler Ashton Tendon.

I glanced at my father my brown dull eyes immediately sealing with his. My hands started shaking beneath the table from unknown reasons. Actually it was from the hard stare that was thrown in my direction.