The Proposal (Currently Under Editing)

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Ryan watched her walk in through the grand double doors. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders and her eyes looked swollen.

His mother slowly strutted down the hall towards her, acting overly high-class. His mother had always been this way but today she had a pang of bravery to her which made Annalynn look the more scared.

Whatever. It's not like I care. She has to be proper to be my wife anyways.

Ryan looked down suddenly when Annalynn did what no one has ever in their life done. She spoke up to his mother. But before it got ugly Ryan called down. "Mother, enough." He hadn't been looking at his mother, however, because for some strange reason, he couldn't look away from Annalynn. He got a strange and unknown feeling in the pit of his stomach that he disliked.

She spoke softly, all of a sudden, asking to be brought to her room.

Her voice was so gentle it was like doves brushing up against his ears.

What? No... Doves? Seriously?

"Sure. Marianne." He said and gave the maid at the far end a knowing look. She quickly got her stubby feet on the move and grabbed Annalynn's bags, heading in the opposite direction.

Ryan quickly glared at his mother for almost letting it all slip. Guilt hitting him fast.

I'm Ryan Colon, I don't feel guilt, especially for peasants.

His mother quickly drove off and who knows where. She was never home. Ever since Ryan's father died she'd left Ryan with countless nannies while she went out, got drunk, and end up in some random guys bed. It disgusted him.

He never understood love. He never thought he could feel it. He never thought he would feel it, for the only person he had ever loved was his father.

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Annalynn looked around the room in awe. "You can't be serious. This isn't my room. I refuse. No. I won't take it." She said bitterly towards Marianne, the maid.

"But ma'am, Mr. Colon instructed me to bring you here. I can't change room without his permission. I am so very sorry." She said wearing an expression of worry and fear.

"No, never mind. Sorry. I'll ask him myself."

Then her face turned from fear to nervousness. "Ma'am, I don't think that a good idea."

"What? Why?"

"Well, he's a little, eh, stubborn." She spoke with a sharp Latin accent. Not quite Spanish but deeply Latin.

Annalynn laughed a little. Like she cared if he was stubborn. She'd stand up to him any day.

"Don't worry about that."  She coughed out.

Annalynn dismissed her. Well not dismissed but did some head thing pointing out that she wanted to be alone which didn't work because Marianne just ended up asking her if something was wrong with her head.

"Uhm no. I'm fine. Can I just, uh, have some time alone, please?"

She nodded and calmly strutted off.

Annalynn took another glance around once she was alone. It was huge.

The ceilings were greatly high as well. The bed was king sized and set off near the sliding doors that led off onto the balcony.

She walked out on it and gasped lightly. The view was spectacular. You could see the entire house and all of its land. The tennis courts, the countless ponds of crystal blue. And wait, were those tree houses? They couldn't be. They were huge!