Strangely Fabulous

Marriage.

One word that was never in my vocabulary at seventeen. That was until the night at the drive in with the infamous Hunter Prescott. When he tripped me making me look like a fool my instant response was to tell him off and make him give me a blanket out of his car to dry me off.

Upon seeing this; his parents were impressed that he followed my rules and inquired to my parents, poor as can be that they were dying within five months. Both of them from a disease they acquired in a vacation to Africa.

A teenage boy cannot take over a fashion industry by himself. He needed a wife, not just a girlfriend a wife to make his life better and take care of him. I agreed, well my parents did, for me to marry him seeing as not even his mother can control him the way I could.

So here I find myself Emelia Morton, now Prescott, married to the ultimate jock. When did my life get so Strangely Fabulous?