"But papa---"

"I ought to hear nothing now, what I have spoken out is concluded! " and the old man taps the half-hunt cigarette to the smoked pot as if crushing it to Mark his threshold, continuing further raising his wrinkled freckles eyes-

"you are traveling by HHSManhattan"

A very youthful and beautiful girl with a thin figure and the era teenager still rattling tho her body language was ravished with stiffness and utmost sophistication, as she glanced at her father who had just placed his last words in aggression and was dressed in the same aura and ironed tailor-made suit, with a rebellious yet powerless beholding in those eyes as blue as sapphire gleaming through a wealthy women's beloved jewel.

However, she simply sighed tightening her spine, comprehending all her hopes were already dead

"Then excuse me that I shall pack my clothes and essentials for the journey"

"You are excused," he, her father a rock-solid personality said waving his hand carelessly shuffling the black and white paper of documentation that lay onto his desk aside from the portrait of a gigantic family and pen stand rest aside like another motif of his riches.

She bowed her head and spun to walkout with politeness knowing-

Even if she tries to jump off her balcony, or slice her wrist, family status, a motif of their riches is all his father and any person depicted in that portrait supervised and toiled towards.

'So, if she even wants to rug her vein with a knife, still they did choose their pride, families pride over everything' however...

There was still a slight hope.

"Papa? " she halts her steps, turning only her skull with the apprising look, and the man raised his chin above gazing at the girl as if she was trying seak something in a stranger's house,

"may I ask for a simple request from Papa? "

"hm. Go on... " he said showing a lack of interest in the little girl's words and more into a paper reading 'Will it stop somewhere and we shall cease to exist'

"I want someone to accompany me through this trip"

"Okay... I will send some servants to serve you"

"Not servant" she interpreted in between, that the flowing flawless pen froze to the documentation in bafflement,

"I would like to request someone I choose to accompany me"

"Someone...? Is it... "

"That arrogant dirty blood? " he jerks from his sitting posture crying his lungs out however, she was as calm and cold as a monk in chilling winters,

"His lordship must agree to this himself for the sake of his daughter's love and respect towards his decision"

"so you want this a gratuity, for pursuing my decision? "

"No, papa, your decisions are the orders, not choices to us but here I am asking for you to consider my request as they travel through a water route from France to America is not a piece of cake, so to spare the boredom and fatigue, I have asked for a traveling mate, a friend who shall accompany me"

"Or a clown, you prefer? " he chuckled,

"Say it anyway, papa but for this trip... My only choice is her"

"You always convince my sugar pie... (he smiles with a little beam of enlightenment) However, I must warn you that 'opprobrium' you are seeking will only bring bad luck to everyone around"

"I will hold your concern in my heart"

"Then you are set to sail...with Patriccia's disgraceful daughter. " he grinned, stamping a paper with a seal of royal aristocrats.