As Elizabeth prepared for the wedding, a mix of excitement and trepidation filled her. Dressed in an elegant gown that accentuated her grace, she walked toward the waiting convoy of vehicles, her all-female security detail trailing behind her. The rhythmic click of heels echoed against the pavement, a stark contrast to the chaotic bustle of the city streets.
Elizabeth had always harbored a deep-seated aversion to men, a sentiment born from painful experiences etched into the fabric of her past. Her relationship with her father had been marred by betrayal and mistreatment, leaving scars that ran deep within her psyche. It was a legacy of distrust that colored her interactions with the opposite sex.
Because of that she set guards who are all women. Even his driver, personal assistant and everything around her was, in her own gender.
