A Life That's Not My Own

Chapter 2

"Your getting married!"

I look up at my mother in surprise.

Why am I surprised, I've been expecting this for a while.

"Who?" I keep my voice monotone. I learned a long time ago, it does no use to break.

"An eligible bachelor," my father says proudly. he probably found the man.

"Very rich," I see the glee in my mothers eyes as she says this. "His name is Daniel."

"We want you to meet him." my fathers eyes say it all: don't screw this up

That explains the 'look attractive' thing.

My parents stand up, signalling for me to do the same.

I follow them to the doors of our 3rd living room (we were in the 4th one).

"Stay here. Come in when your Mother opens the door. Do not trip, fall, stumble or anything of your clumsy behaviour. You will act as elegant and grace full as you can. Am I understood?" My Father whisper commands.

I simply nod.

He walks into the room. I hear talking from the other side of the door.

Then the doors open.

I walk inside, as gracefully as possible, and stop next to Father.

"Danielle, this is Alice. Alice, this is Danielle." my father introduces us.

I finally force my eyes to meet Danielle's, and just stop myself from gasping. He is a very attractive man, with a slim figure and dark hair that falls across his face. Only when he fully lifts up his head am I able to see his eyes. His eyes, which are the perfect shade of violet. He stands up from the lounge and walks towards me. He takes my hand in his and bring them towards his lips.

"I am honoured to meet you, Alice." he says, his voice matches his looks, and I feel like melting.

"And I, you." I reply, giving him a small curtsy.

he turns towards my parents and speaks "I would like some alone time to get to know Alice, please?"

Both our parents exit the room. as soon as the door closes I sigh

"I am so sorry, you probably want this as little as I do." I say.

"No need to apologise, I'm glad that at least I'm getting married to somebody pretty. I know my parents, we're not getting out of this. I hope I can get along with you." he rambles on. I blush at the compliment.

The door opens, and Mothers head pops in. "Alice dear, why don't you show Daniel to his room?"

"I don't know where he's staying, Mother." I state.

"He's staying in the room next to your's. we would put him with you but you are to be pure until your honeymoon."

"Okay Mother. Thanks." I cut her off before she can say anymore. "Follow me Daniel."

I walk him to my room and point out his. "That's your's. Mine is right here if you need me. You have an ensuite to your left and a mini fringe next to your bed. I expect your butler to have brought your bags up so you can get unpacked and I imagine my parents want to see you ASAP so you should probably get unpacked quickly."

He walks into the room and finds his stuff under his bed.

I walk away from his door and enter my own room, flopping down on the bed as I think.

I think about what life would be like if my family weren't so rich, if my parents weren't so controlling.

When I was twelve I had a friend. She was the best friend I ever had and I loved her with all my heart. Until one day I mentioned her to my parents.

My father immediately rang up the school and asked for her personal info, such as where she lives, what her lifestyle is, how much money her family had.

She was the poorest kid in class. I felt so sorry for her. I would by her gifts for no reason all because I wanted to help her.

The second Father found out how broken her family was, he banned me from seeing her again. He even made me transfer school to make sure I cut all connections with her. if we weren't to rich perhaps I would still be her friend.

I have more friends now, a giant group of them. Hand picked by my parents.

Only one of them do I like. Out of the entire group I have one real friend who isn't bitchy and who I can trust.

I lay thinking about it for five more minutes, when I'm interrupted by my phone ringing.

I check the screen before answering.

My other best friend. the only one my father didn't pick for me.

I'm so eccentric to talk to him. I haven't seen him for weeks.

"Hi Dean!"