Prologue

"Baby, could you get blueberries from the grocery store on your way back? I need it for my blueberry pie." Mrs. Snow pleaded with her daughter as she put the dirty plates into the sink.

"Sure Ma," Elsa said kissing her mother on the cheek before she picked her blue GW bag. It was the latest in town, designed by her assistant. Many female celebrities were already requesting the bag but she had a keen desire to be the only one possessing the bag. She flipped her honey-brown hair. Today she had chosen a pink trouser suit, a white turtle neck that accentuated her medium-sized breasts, a somewhat gold small chain that fit perfectly with her amber eyes, and a pink 3inch pencil heel. She knew she was gorgeous and she never had low self-esteem growing up. She was the queen bee, not a bully, but she was famous among the male and female population. Her father was the manager of an oil and gas company and his salary was enough for her luxurious lifestyle. Her mum owned a famous five-star restaurant. Her life was perfect. What more could she wish for?

She stepped into her blue Wrangler Unlimited Polar that her fiance had gifted her. Yes, you heard right. She was engaged to the most gorgeous and romantic man in the world. Her wedding was set for two days from now and she was so excited. Today, they were going to tour New York and check the event center. She was also going to try her wedding dress and go for her cake testing. She was super excited to start a family. Her husband-to-be was known as the 6th richest man in the world and the news of their engagement blew the internet. Famous Celebrities were going to be present. It was going to be the biggest wedding ever and she was going to make sure of that.

"Hey, Sweetie." Micheal, her fiance, was sitting on his couch when she entered his penthouse.

"Baby." He smiled flashing as he stood up to hug her and take her suit jacket.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you dressed?" He was still in a grey jogger and plain white t-shirt that hugged his muscular body. She took a deep breath of his addictive masculine scent and went to check his laptop. Micheal immediately lunged at it snapping it shut. She eyed him suspiciously.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing." He answered a bit too quickly.

"Sweetheart....." She put her hand on her hip and gave him she don't-mess-with-me look.

"Look it's a surprise okay. Lemme get dressed and we go alright." He whispered in a soothing voice and gave her a peck on the lips.

"Okay." She trusted him. Maybe he was planning their honeymoon or maybe buying her a wedding gift. Shaking her head she wandered to the kitchen to get a glass of cold juice oblivious to the wandering eyes of her psychopath of a fiance.