Naomi's thick thighs and pencil-like legs started wobbling. She could not digest what she heard… or misheard.
She quickly leaned against a wall beside her, the mansion's outer wall. She looked down, a bead of sweat fell down into her dress through her neck and shoulder.
"W- why? ….why would not you….?" Naomi thought with despair. She felt her legs weak like noddles as they wobbled.
She was having trouble keeping herself calm, she was losing her mind, "Why? What is wrong with Ryan?" although… she thought she was not in love with Ryan, she could not help but think, "W- why do I feel so miserable when dad shouted and rejected Ryan as my husband?"
She covered her forehead with her palm, a worried expression fell over her face, a scared one, "We are not dating anyway… then why do I feel like this? Does it hurt my ego? Wait… should not Ryan's ego be hurt by this? W- what is going on…. Should I ask dad what he is doing? Will that be the right thing though…?"
