CHAPTER 1 - The arrangement
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Vana's POV
It was a rainy afternoon in Manhattan.
I’m on my way home from school after long and tiring hours of paper works that our professors required us to finish. This is the last semester of my third year in college so I should give all my best to accomplish the requirements. I need to do this because I want to graduate at the right time and earn a degree in college. Of course I want to achieve all this things together with my close-to-perfection best friend, Morisette Jones.
“Are you listening to me?”
I was drifted in my thoughts when suddenly Morissete appeared in front of me. She was wearing her white t-shirt and denim jacket matched with black leggings. I almost forgot that she was still blabbering since our Math professor dismissed our class. I hope someday she’ll receive an award for being so talkative throughout her existence in this planet.
“Yeah, yeah I’m listening.” I lied, though I very much know she’ll never believe it.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe I’ve wasted my time here talking to some--” I immediately cut her off before she continue her nonsense chattering about nonsense things.
“We’re in front of my house, bye sissy!” I said then kissed her in both cheeks.
“Fine, I will let this one slide. See you tomorrow. Love ya!” she uttered and stated the last two words louder than the others. She started heading the next street.
I just laugh at her retort. She really made my day as always.
I closed my plain maroon umbrella and turned to face the door. I opened it and I heard some unfamiliar voices inside the living room. Maybe mom and dad invited some visitors.
I am not shy or whatever but it is not really my attitude to talk to my dad’s business partners or visitors whenever they’re at the house. Even though I should be involved in my dad’s company, like what he always say, I often distance myself on those things. I don’t know, maybe it’s not really what I wanted to do in the future.
Well honestly, I don’t exactly know what I wanted to do or to be. For now, I just want to enjoy my life as what other rich young people do, like travelling to different islands and destinations, studying in the most expensive college in the country, collecting branded clothes and bags and others.
I don’t want to disturb their “little business”, but there’s no other way I can go to my bedroom aside from passing the living room so I have no choice but to sneak into without being noticed.
I started walking tip-toed and saw from my peripheral vision my parents and the two visitors. I guessed they were two.
I am almost near the stairs when a familiar voice spoke up.
“Oh dear, there you are. Come here and join us!” My mom said enthusiastically.
I looked at them and the others stared at me blankly. My heartbeat was so fast as if my heart wanted to come out of my right chest. This is so awkward.
I smiled forcefully and strolled to where they were seated. I put my bag down and sit in the vacant sofa near my mom.
In front of me is such a beautiful woman in the age of forties maybe. She is so elegant and classy for me. Her dyed hair matched the shape of her face giving her a younger look. She was wearing a leopard printed above the knee dress and added a black cardigan, but she wasn’t over accessorized.
