After finishing the last order, Roxanne went home on her bike, feeling the wind on her face; it was so relaxing. Roxy felt like she was one with it. Riding into their compound, she parked the bike in the garage; walking in the front yard, she could hear her dad yelling before she approached the door. Roxy knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Her mom asked, opening the door.

"Oh, darling, it's you." Her mom smiled, hugging her.

Roxy could see the relief on her mom's face when she saw her. She entered the house {A ranch type}, a three-bedroom flat. Her mum closed the door, and they walked into the living room.

Her sister was quite sobbing, with tears dripping down her face, as she sat down, folding her arms while Her dad was squeezing the paper in his hand tight.

Roxy was disturbed seeing her sister in that state, "What did you do?" Roxy asked, her voice oozing with anger.

"Don't talk to me like that." Her father threw the squeezed paper in his hands at her.

"Don't you dare throw anything at my daughter," Her mom yelled.

"Mom, go inside and rest; you are still sick, and Dad, don't make me angry," Roxy warned.

Her mom left for her room while her deadbeat father signaled her sister to spill everything out.

Roxy sat down, listening to everything, and she was developing one headache and another. Roxy felt like strangling that man sitting in front of her; she felt like banging his head onto a wall but decided to chase those thoughts away and think of what to do.

"Didn't I tell you my sister is my responsibility? How dare you marry her off without my consent?" Roxy asked, raging. Her old man decided to play deaf with her, making her angrier.

"Don't you try ignoring me," Roxy said, slapping the vase from the table.

"Roxy, stop it!" Elsa, her younger sister, exclaimed.

Her dad heaved a breath. "I didn't know things were going south." "How would you ever know?" Roxy sneered.

"Just hear him out," Elsa whispered, and Roxy rolled her eyes at that sentence.

 My father continued. "He was the guy that offered me money, this house, and a place to work; I didn't know he was going to demand Elsa's hand in marriage."

"He didn't demand; he was asking for a payment." Roxy corrected.

"You know what, sister, help me park my bike in the garage," Roxy said, tapping her lap.

Elsa got up and left the living room.

"Now tell me everything he said, don't exclude a word," Roxy said.

"He said that he wants one of my daughter's hands in marriage, specifically the younger one," Roxy's father said.

Roxy laughed hard as a thought struck her mind.

"Let me be Elsa," Roxy said, making her dad gasp.

"You don't want me to be Elsa?" Roxy asked her gaze hard.

"It's not like that, and can you be calm," Her father sighed.

Roxy breathed in and out. "Much better." Her dad smiled; the pain evident in his eyes. Roxy felt sorry. She became like this because of what happened when she was young. 

Before her dad could say anything, "Don't do it." Elsa's voice thundered.

"Oh geez, you scared me," Roxy touched her chest.

"I don't care; Just don't do it," Elsa said, sitting beside her sister.

"Elsa, this isn't about you; it's about the family," Roxy said, concerned.

"You are planning on deceiving him," Elsa said.

"Excuse me, he deceived Dad first, fifty-fifty; what's wrong with that?" Roxy asked, trying to make her see the reasons.

"It doesn't matter; two wrongs don't make a right," Elsa said, angry.

"Do you want to give him that sense of satisfaction as he sees you fall right into his hands?" Roxy asked.

"Have you forgotten about Kai?" Roxy smirked, and Elsa turned around, leaving. "You just died the flames."

Roxy laughed. "Let us continue."

THE NEXT DAY

Roxy went to Crossgates Mall to get the materials for making jewelry and perfume. The ones she couldn't get at the mall, she got them at another place.

She rode to her workshop located far away from home and opened the door, inhaling the strong scent of perfume; she opened the windows, allowing them to disperse into the air. She told her workers to take a day off and resume the next day. She placed the materials on the long table, took the unfinished jewelry from the drawer, sat on the long chair, and concentrated on her work.

*My family doesn't know much about my business; they are satisfied knowing there is money flowing into the house steadily*

*I'm one of the best producers in the city, but I am not satisfied with that. The money from my business pays off the debt my father owed over the years, and the remaining money divided into two*

*The first half buys the materials, and the second half joined with the money my dad brings, is used to buy foodstuffs and foot the house bills and any other necessary bills*

Time went by; Roxy concentrated on her work, avoiding any mistakes. She seemed to enjoy crafting things and making them flow how she wanted. Any mistakes cause her to scowl and feel irritated.

She finished with about thirteen boxes of jewelry and five bottles of perfume and placed them in the corner of the workshop.

A call came in; Roxy had been expecting their call for a while.

"How is my favorite producer?" Mike asked.

"How are my products?" Roxy asked.

"Bae, indulge in me a little," Mike whispered.

Roxy rolled her eyes. "How are my products?" 

"What a boor," Mike said.

"Your stuff is selling at a high price; expect a truck by your place in a week. We need two thousand pieces of jewelry, seven hundred should be a complete piece, and five hundred perfumes," Mike said.

"That's a lot," Roxy complained.

"Don't you want to move higher?" Mike asked.

"Of course I do," Jessie said with certainty.

"I'm moving your product to a third city, so we need plenty of your product, and girl, please find quality materials." Mike pleaded.