About Last night

MINE - Chapter One

I time traveled. I forgot how. I just did.

Or probably this was the parallel universe that those memes joked about and the creator didn't have a single idea that it does exist. It does. It felt insanely real.

My name is Margareth Goldman, an only daughter of the richest human being in the country and this is my story.

"Gary, your dad, and the rest of the staff are already waiting for you inside. Is everything, okay?"

My head instantly snapped at Mary, my father's secretary, who was by then wearing a very worried look while she was attempting to assess me. I opened my mouth and stared back at her. I am not quite certain what my actual face is telling her, but I felt my eyebrows meeting in the middle. Mary rolled her eyes at me. I think she can perfectly read what runs inside my pretty skull even without me saying a word.

"What's wrong with my outfit? I like my tunics and I ain't welcoming your opinion now because this one's expensive! "

She said with a few colored folders on her arms.

My confusion from my current situation was redirected to the fact that this young version of Mary Carter was trying her best to restrain a huge smile while sporting that faded jeans and a tunic which is longer than a regular top but shorter than a dress.

I frowned even more when my bluest of blue eyes glided on those rhinestones attached to her silver-glittered sleeves. Who would've worn them and pricey?! I wouldn't spend a single dime!

" Mary, I hate to break it to you, but you really need to work on your fashion statement. I mean, that is just so two-oh-oh-five-ish! "

I dramatically pointed out, sounding like the brat that I was so known for. Forbes Magazine even named me as the 'Heiress diva of the decade' and made it sound like I have ten slaves kissing the path where I walked on. That was a deliberate lie. I even despise that idea that someone has to look after my whereabouts. I don't even permit those mammoth-sized sets of bodyguards that dad insisted to follow me everywhere I go.

Nu-uh. Not goin' ta happen, daddy. Nuh.

So, I watched Mary's face almost burst into hilarity just before she answered me.

" Well, my dear sweet Madame, I hate to break it to you too but it is already year so two-oh-oh-five-ish! And how dare you insult what I am wearing for this occasion when you look amazing on that sexy choker... Britney Spears!"