Falling For the Unexpected

Chapter One : The Not-so-Gucci News

Harriet's POV

"That'll be $71.50, ma'am"

The cheery cashier announced to me. I handed her my mother's credit card, since father's using his.

A swiping sound was created just right before I got back the credit card. Delilah, as what her name tag says, handed me the two Burberry paperbags. I clinged those into my left arm as my right hand held the half-full Java Chip Frapp from Starbucks.

"Can I carry those for you, Miss?"

My 6-year personal assistant Giulia asked me while she followed on my tail, still carrying my other paperbags for me. I slightly nodded and thanked her by a smile.

My feet badly ached already. Curse this Charles and Keith heels. My feet got a little bit bigger, which I really hate. Now I need to dispose these pair of heels, which is one of my favorites, but the 'dispose' term really means that; one of our servants or employees will get it. I dont get it why people accepts secondhand stuffs.

The car door was opened for me by our family driver as Giulia got in the passenger seat while I, in the usual backseat alone.

Why, yes. This is my life. For sixteen years, it has been all like this. I know right? Its fabulous. And I keep hearing that girls in my age are jealous of me. Not being bitchy, but I really dont care.

My name's Harriet. Harriet Catherine L. Romanova is my whole name. My parents are very popular especially in the business world; Carlton and Hillary Le Solei y Romanova. Yes, and they named their three daughters with their initials.

My oldest sister, which is 23, Hayden manages our worldwide shares for all of our family's properties. Bigtime, right? And here's my 19-year-old sissy, Havannah, who is in college in NYU and the heiress of our American-Asian loaning company.

Me? My parents have not still said it. But may be anytime now, they'll say it to me for I just graduated from high school. Yup, I was accelerated by two years which made me skip middle school. May be because Im the wealthy brat, you think Im your typical dumb rich girl. But really Im not. If I was not in this state of life, I may look like your usual nerdypants.

I really do want to get an Anatomy course in college. Or something related to Science. But well, I need to go for the International Studies to run the family business.

The sleek white car that I was riding on stopped. The door was opened and the sight of our mansion welcomed me. The landscape was freshly mowed and the gardeners were still working on trimming the bushes, while the headmaid bosses around.

"G'd day mother and father!"

I greeted the black haired woman and the brunette man in their late 40's sitting in the lounge.

"Hello dear, do you mind if we talk to you for awhile? Its important."

My mothey warmly smiled at me. I signaled for Giulia to put my bags in my bedroom and sat in the sofa across my parents. Ohkay? I can smell something unusual going on in here.

"So?"

I broke the tense between us three and finally, father spoke up.

"As you already graduated from High School, we think that its time for you to know what will you be heiress of. "

Nervously, my father said. My world lit up and I broke into a furious smile.

"OMG. I know! I know! I knew it! I am so ready to hold the financial statements and property papers."

Of course! That's the only work left for me after my two sisters got the other two. This is super Gucci. I mean so fab and glam. OMFG.

"No honey. We already have your youngest Aunt and Uncle, Mallory and James for that job. You're too young for those. And it also holds the whole Romanova history."

And by that, my whole world broke down into peices. So now what? What'll I get? This house? OMG I think I'll be having pimples because of this.

"What?! What is my property then father? Being a secondhand to my sisters? No! As in no way! In the name of Louis Vuitton, a big pink glittery no! I want mine. Only mine. The property that has 'Harriet Catherine Le Solei Romanova' on it."

I demanded. Oh yes, Im the type of a 'spoiled brat'.

"Sweetie, no. Not that part. We know that you dont want to be just a follower of your sisters."

Mother tried to comfort me, in her best sweetest way. But it did nothing to me.

What other properties do we own? The worldwide shares are taken. The bigtime loaning company is taken. The property papers are taken. What else?

The.... No way. Not that one. Please not that one. Oh gosh.

"Are we thinking the same thing?"

I broke the awkward silence. Please dont say yes. Please.

"I think so, Harriet. WE are thinking of the SAME thing."

Father let out a big sigh and my mother with her oh-so-sweet smile.

NO GUCCI WAY.

"You'll be the heiress of the Romanova Ranches Corp."

Blood boiled inside me. Pink turned to black. Make-up turned into filth. Dress turned to rugs. Chanel turned to Crocs.

"M-me? The heiress of that farm thingy? Mommy! Daddy! Why this?! You know that I cant take care of those barn animals. Even to feed them. Clean them. Pamper them. Its gross! Or even field work. I dont know how to manage a freaking ranch!"

I ranted as I got off my seat, arguing with them.

"That's why we're training you."

My mother spoke up. My eyes widened. Is she insane?!

"How?!"

I asked them.

"Since you finished school early, we thought of sending you in one of our ranches. The biggest one of course. The one in South America. You'll be staying there for a few months, the caretakers show you around and train you to manage the ranch.

The caretakers are a family. There's a couple in there, with a child that is pretty near your age. You'll learn in there! Im sure that you'll be the perfect owner."

Father explained. What the Chanel.

"That. Is. The. Dumbest. Idea. I've. Ever. Heard."

I commented. Rudely.

Mother stood up from the couch and held my shoulder, her comforting technique.

"Harriet, we're doing this for you. You'll be not holding horse poo or cleaning a pig pen. You will be just shown and taught around! I still remember when you always ranted of having a pony when you were a little girl but you cant have it because of your obnoxious fear of heights. Now its your chance! You can just ask the caretakers in there to teach you some horseback riding. You'll enjoy, Harriet. Trust me."

She explained. For some of her statements, I softened. Well except for the 'obnoxious fear of heights'.

"Okay. Okay I will. But this is only for once, kay? Once. For that damn ranch."

Really, I was already sobbing that time. I hugged my mother tight and a short one for father, still devastated of his 'wonderful' idea.

I made my way to my bedroom. Kicking off my achy heels, I plopped down into my King-sized pink floral bed.

That news is not gucci.

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