Forbidden // h.s.

Ch. 2 One Second Too Late

"WHERE IS ANNABELLE?!"

Not giving me one second to comprehend on what's happening, the door was slammed open like an angel falling through the air and plunging into the ground.

A gasp was released out of my mouth as I jumped a bit due to the drastic change of atmosphere. My day dream being washed away, joining all the others into the back of my mind.

Whipping my head around to see whom decided to take the role of being the disturber of my thoughts, I could almost feel the aggravation rapidly filling up into the room.

There my Father stood. Dressed quite dapper in a dark blue suit. Though as I take a glance at his face, the anger he's consumed in is easily shown. His eyes already locked onto me.

"ANNABELLE GRACE!" He roared as he made his way over to wear I was currently sitting. "What in world are you doing in here?!" He rhetorically asked as he pulled me up onto my feet.

Mumbling something about my 'lack of responsibility' under his breath as he pulled me out of the room due to the door being left ajar.

"Do you have any idea what this means to us? To our family?!" He asked while tugging my down the steps.

I dropped my head down in shame, my memory quickly enlightening me on what he's referring to. But I do have my reasoning.

Being one of the Montacago daughters is most defiantly not all rainbows and butterflies.

The high standards. No one really knowing you because of what you're forced to display. 'Stand up straight and smile pleasantly' 'Watch what you say, these people all have more money than your existence is worth'

The arranged marriages. Having someone besides your heart telling you who you will be with for the rest of your life. Not given the chance to experience a love wilder than the wind.

Being as much loved as hated. Not being able to go out without cover of some sort or having guards by your side. Not being able to roam the land free without worrying about boundaries, or limits.

Not being able to explore the forbidden land and see what's beyond the restricting gates.

I was suppose to stay and 'mingle' with all the other wealth owners... With Mr. Isaiah Campel himself.

Mr. Campel, or Isaiah, is 10 years older than me. We had have been arranged to be married last summer... I had quickly escaped that situation by "unexpectedly" catching a 'fatal sickness' on that very day.

Though my acting skills payed off last time... I honestly think no matter what my conditions are next time, won't be enough.

We were brought together because of none other than sweet old wealth. It's all about the money for these people. Its like they don't understand that money and wealth will only get you so far.

They don't understand the beauty of love, how one person can break you down and build you up within one breath they take. They just shut the idea out...And I certainly don't want to be apart of their world.

I want that magical feeling of love. .

But sometimes, I feel I've already been chosen for it, and God's just waiting for the moment when I find it on my own.

The arrangements for the raincheck date were scheduled to be conceived today. Once I had heard they were gathering I quickly excused myself to an escape.

"I know dad... I'm sorry I didn't realize it was at that moment we were going to discuss the plans." I blankly lied.

"I know what you're doing AnnaBelle. You're my daughter, don't you think I would have realized you don't want anything to do with Isaiah?" He sharply retorted back.

"Now smile and act like you're over the moon ecstatic about this wedding and you better even convince me." He ordered as we presented ourselves once again to the shinning lights and glam of the ball.

As I turn my head to the right, over looking all the men and women conversing amongst themselves, I saw those piercing, jade irises looking straight into me, and then disappear. If I would have been one second late, I would have missed it, I swear.

Looking now frantically all over the place, I couldn't find him again. I'm not crazy, I swear. He was there. He was here. And he knew where I am. If I could just-

"Hello, Miss. AnnaBelle."

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