Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
We all know that it's a cliché love poem start—a start that Alexandra does not want. As the only child born in the Park family, from a young age, she had definitely dealt with immense pressure as the new heiress. She doesn't want to be married off to some random guy she never knew and love for the sake of business, nor does she want to be treated as a child factory for the future generations. No, she wanted to be the most known woman in the business industry, one that holds lots of power and respect.
"Business books?" a familiar voice asked, which startled her slightly.
She her eyes shifted upwards, finding Denzel with his face so close to hers. "Y-Yeah."
"Well, that makes sense, you're the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Park. I suppose you have your pride."
"It's inevitable."
That's right. It can't be helped since her life must've been written out for her since the day she was born. She does have her pride, but she was half-heartedly dealing with reality. Deep down, maybe she had wished that her life was easier—no complicated romance, no troublesome family and no expectations to be met.
Mid-terms crept around the corner and, as usual, Alexandra got top marks followed by Denzel and Ivan. And as expected, her parents were happy with the results as it made them feel more secured about the future on their little girl's hands.
But the more Alexandra reached the expectations set for her, the more problems she had to deal with herself. She was rich and smart, so no one but Denzel and Ivan conversed with her. She had no other friends, and no boys had the ultimate courage to confess their hidden feelings. She just seemed far beyond the reach of normal people—was it because she was the daughter of powerful parents?
"Hey, you seem to be spaced out more than usual."
A pat on her shoulder made her heart pound slightly. She knew immediately who it was—Denzel. She glanced up at him. He has such a good-looking face and it would be a shame to just give it to some other woman.
"Is there something wrong?"
Alexandra paused for a bit before replying, "No, it's nothing."
At this moment, she felt like they were inside a white box. The world not revolving because of them, no eyes attracted, and no whispers to be heard.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Alexandra nodded, staring intently into his eyes. She couldn't see any other thing; her surroundings were a mystery and the noises became silent, until a man came and blocked her view with his hand.
"What are you doing, woman?"
She glanced up and saw a man, tall and strong in figure with stylish hair. "Ivan?"
"Yes, it's me. Stop daydreaming in front of my brother. It's weird."
"Everything is weird to you."
He sighed, wanting to reply, "You should con—" when Alexandra suddenly cupped her hands around his mouth. Her face red and her heart racing. She scooted closer to his ear to whisper the words, 'you are dead meat' to him.
"You two look cute."
"Huh?!"