Chapter 2

My butler Maisie kept helping me get ready, and I couldn't think of anything. I kept looking at my face and thinking of my mother and how much alike we had: the straight coal-black hair, the starry green eyes, the pale white skin.

Maybe that's why my father hates me and doesn't care about me. Because I look like his dead wife? ..

* OPENING *

-Looking again and again at the picture and then at the mirror -

"Who is that miss ma'am? You look a lot like her"

I'm not that stupid I know Maisie knows who the picture is but apparently she wants to divulge I am for my father. I don't know why my father ordered all my mother's paintings and anything related to her to be collected and locked in a room in the attic..

Maybe he is worried about his other wife's feelings? I decided to avoid answering Maisie because I knew she was trying to do anything to please my stepmother and hurt me at the same time, all of a sudden..

* thump*

"oh my god why are you taking so long the guest is waiting? Come with me quickly" duke

- She hides her mom's picture quickly -

"What's up dad, wait a minute.. guest?!"

Dad pulled me quickly I could barely hide my mom's picture invisibly, we got to the guest room and I saw the guest.

" We apologize for the delay Young lad, you girls know" - speaks very nervously -

"It's okay duke, I always waited for my late wife when she got ready haha"

Did he just say my late wife? Don't tell me that my father brought me to meet the son of the Antonio family! No.. I can't go on like this. It seems that there is no point in refusing and rebelling. Whatever I do, my father cares only that his family's reputation is good; That's why he's now marrying his daughter off to someone you don't know...

"Hi your betrothed, my dear" - he whispers in Marissa's ear -

- biting her lip wryly - "Good morning, little duke" (bow)

" No need for formalities, we'll be Soon you and I are family, aren't we duke ha ha"

I really wanted nothing more than to punch that man in the face with that laughing face, and I'm okay with punching my brother and stepmother who are listening behind me I can feel their breath and laughter..

"Now you can go dear Marisa we have something to talk to your future husband.."

"Okay I'll go, bye"

`My future husband`? This is really nonsense.. I have no solution other than to think of a way to prevent that marriage from happening until I know that I will go to my dear friend "Rosita" she always finds solutions to my problems although I am not sure that she can find a solution to this.

* knock knock *

"Hi Rosita it's me Maris..s..sa..

What happened here Rosita?! Why do you look like that!!"

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