"Zoey get the fuck up, it's 2pm already" I hear Amy whine and I instantly sit up on the bed.
"Really?!" I screech.... literally.
"Nope. It's 11am, I just had to find a way to get you to....
"Fuck! Amy, I'm late for work!" I yell as I got up in a frenzy and sprint towards the bathroom but I'm stopped in my tracks immediately.
"It's a Saturday and I think your dad will be glad if you actually didn't come to work" It stings a bit but I know she's telling the truth.
I have almost zero knowledge in office work, I studied fashion designing in school but my 'mother' thought it was a useless skill because it won't help me 'assist' my husband in the future, considering that she already had my life planned out for me, so she made me work in dad's company after graduation.
"Ugh..." I groan and fall on the bed with a thud.
"What's wrong?" Amy asks softly, of course she'll notice something was wrong, one of the many reasons I love her.
"My life sucks" I say, staring at the ceiling.
"Well....it's just because you have never actually tried to do anything asides from what your parents want" Amy says and I glare at her.
"So you're saying it's my fault?"
"I dare not, your highness" Amy says sarcastically
"Amy, I give up, I'm getting married in four days to one of the biggest jerks in the city, can you believe that?"
"Y'know, you can either marry one of the biggest jerks, or marry the hottest, richest, and the most amazing man in the world....I'm just saying though" she says and I give her a side eye.
"Are you suggesting that I double cross my dad?" I ask feeling a little confused.
"Look girl, I love you and I sincerely don't think that you should surrender your happiness just to please your parents"
"You think I want this?" I say, shooting up from the bed.
"You know I'm not trying to please them, especially not that witch who calls herself my mother, I'm doing this for my dad. He's going to lose the company, our family legacy, I can't allow that..... besides, how the hell do I get 'Zach Lee' to marry me?" I say in exasperation and fall back on the bed.
"You said it yourself that you've been running into him a lot lately, why don't we just create a plan. I hear he spends Saturday nights at the fancy new club, Fantasy. We could go there and try to find him, then you can start a conversation with him. You make your proposal and we wait for his reaction" she explains, I cringe when she says the word 'proposal' cause it sounded so off.