CHAPTER 1

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Kyra

I find the blue gown I have been searching for, for hours. I grab it and rush myself into the washroom. Theirs clearly no time left if I keep procrastinating, I still don't get why did I even decide to kept going on with the drama I was watching, instead could have utilized that time with some damn preparation for the wedding my family has been invited into

Well my family includes me and my father, well to be specific I have a good bond with my dad, you could say I guess. But we both have never initiated in doing those father daughter activities. Or those father daughter talk, he has been calm, subtle and gentle with me for my whole life.

Does it bother me?

Yes

Will I ever speak about it?

No.

I really hate myself sometimes, for being this reserved, which I am not fond of to show that side of mine to anyone, but I guess I don't really let people deal with that side of mine, rather I choose to be happy. Sure being sad is a waste of time but you see, I identify as a human, and a human being goes through emotions everyday and someday it may too include 'sadness'.

But I cross the line their, I make sure no one gets to capture that side of mine, even if my life depended on it.

I sometimes do find myself crazy for being this cruel on myself, but my reasons, If looked upon, are justifiable for me.

The major reason has always been my mother, who passed away when I was 13, I hated the way I saw those glints of pity in peoples eyes, I have always hated to be pitied upon.

Thus, since then I settled myself to never let the mournful or pessimistic side of me ever escape out of my curb.

I heard my room door being knocked twice so I answer from the bathroom, while getting done with my makeup "give me five minutes" I yell.

My fathers sigh was a bit too loud to reach my ear so I rushed my whole makeup, I might have ended up looking like some retarded zombie but then again, the fault lies in my hand.

I finally leave my room and see dad standing there, uh I might have disappointed him a bit too much this time, I could sense his unsatisfactory reactions.

"lets leave" he said.

I nod at his command and we get into the car, I secure my gown in-case it gets dirty, and I would never afford such thing to occur, you see, not flexing, the wedding we are invited to consists of elite business tycoons there. The sole reason why we are invited is my dad has an alliance with the owner of the company and today is his daughters wedding, my dad seems to be cheerful about it and I quite think the one who he has alliance with must be a good friend of his.

My dad, well if described is the most complicated person of this generation, I still wonder how did this man even bond a relationship with my mother, let alone making friends. But if he does have friends its quite a progress to overcome his untouchable nature.

Or maybe its due to he has an alliance with them and is needed to have a good relationship with them.

We reach at the gates of the venue where the wedding is taking place, with all my heart I really do have respect for the people who had planned the wedding.

The view from my sight defines perfection, the decorations too justified the scene of the place, I heard the venue is the most expensive hall in the entire new York where the wedding is taking place.

"kyra" my dad startles me

"yeah?" I ask, my eyes almost stop blinking, his expression is truly dissatisfying to look at but having an experience of being this man's daughter only I know what his expression means.

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