I stared at the city of France through my Balcony, still pissed at what dad said tonight. Yes he said I embarrassed him which I knew I did, but he deserved it. He can not decide my life again, I can't possibly get married to Falcon, I'm not ready to get married yet. I mean I'm an expectant mother, who in just a few months would have her babies.
I was already married to someone else for crying out loud. I hated marraige or anything that had to do with it cause of my last experience with marriage.
I heard a knock at the door and I stepped back into the room to know who it was, I stared at the person before the door. "Can I come in, Love?"
We both sat on my bed. I really was not in the mood to talk to mum, but I had to listen to her "I'm sorry about your Dad, I'm sure he's sorry too." "You know that's not true, he asked me to get married to Falcon without any form of protest." I rolled my eyes.
