On the one fine day, while Abigail was having breakfast with her father, her father brought up the conversation, "Is it your final year?"
She nodded since her mouth filled with food, "Hmm."
He slid the non-harmonic man's photo in proximity to her bowl, asking, "Does he look good?"
She gave a disgusted look at that man's photo. "Ewww!"
"Then he is the groom," he declared.
"Groom?" She conflicted. "To who?" She flashed a surprised look.
"You!" He voiced firmly with a serious face.
She choked up but not in surprise; her face had held a hint of dread. She swallowed creepily, witnessing the stern expression on her father's face.
Ever since she was born, she had never spoken against him. Furthermore, this was the first time her father forced her to select something that she didn't deserve.
She dropped her sight on her plate and, finishing that hurriedly, she excused herself in a faint tone, "I have a presentation today; let me leave first."
With an exhausted look on her face, she left the house as her father picked up the groom's photo.
As soon as she stepped out of the house, she stomped her feet rigidly on the ground, muttering under her breath angrily, "Did he ever see me as his princess? Shit! How can he go far in this matter? I hate this father!" She then walked along the empty street. Yet her cursing mouth didn't appear to go calm.
"Whatever! I will never allow a non-human to be your partner." Her father mumbled, staring at the groom's photo.
At the college, she discussed this matter with her only friend, Annie.
"How about you propose to your crush, Duri, and ask him to marry you?" Annie proposed the idea right away.
Dither leased her face.
"What are you hesitating for? You told me he had kissed you once." Annie pulled out the past, embarrassed her.
She licked up her lips, voiced mortified, "That was a lie."
"What?" Annie felt a gigantic rock fall on her head. To Abby's (short for Abigail) prosperity, Annie glimpsed that handsome-looking man, Duri, coming towards them.
"Your last chance is coming to you," Annie whispered and left without even exposing Duri, who almost approached them.
"Abby," His plucky, lovely voice earned Abby's attention right away.
"Senior?" She stammered her Irish didn't find a spot to stay still.
Observing her flutter-scattering face, he queried concernedly, "Did anything bother you?"
Abby shifted her glance to Annie, who was encouraging her to hide behind the pushes.
Abby stood up. Landing her gaze at the sandy ground, she proposed, "Do you have feelings for me?" Looking up at him steadily, she corrected, "Do you see me as a woman?"
A brief sigh escaped his lips, which elaborated his disapproval. Despite that, she waited for his answer in words.
"Sorry, Abby." He rejected her politely. "I see you as my friend only." He explained and tried to convince her when he spotted regret hanging on her face.
"Oh, thank you." She managed to act normal. Scratching her hair, she walked off him.
"Aren't you coming to see my presentation?" Duri asked, shouting since she was getting far away from her.
"I have classes," she shouted back, showing her back, and kept walking forward.
As she disgruntled, walking past Annie, Annie glazed pity for her. Glaring intensively at Duri, who was heading to the class, she threw a stone at him. "You deserve this bitch!" She cursed under her breath.
Unfortunately, that hit his head. "Ouch!" He groaned.
"Oh! Oops!" Annie panicked right away.
He veered around and found no one.
"Thank god!" Annie took a deep breath, hiding behind the pushes.
Day passed swiftly for Abby, who desperately wanted to live this single life for a little too long. Sitting at the bus stop, her anguished eyes watched every vehicle that passed the road.
Her phone rang. That barely reached her ear. Once everyone emptied the bus stop, she took out the alcoholic drink and gulped it in raw.
Her phone kept ringing.
*33 missed calls from Dad*
She shrugged as if her life was going to end miserably and continued to sip the leftover drinks.
At the multi-story building, there was a ventilated office room, which spoke for tidiness and tranquility. A well-handsome, gorgeous-looking young man sat in the chair with his left leg crossed, swirling the ring in his hand by the fingers. That ring had a tiny red dragon symbol on it.
"Your owner made a big mistake." His silvery-toned voice spoke to that ring. A disquiet sigh swirled out his lips as his feasible gaze fixed on that ring. "He made me stuck in this world."
Meanwhile, he glanced at the clock, which almost approached midnight. "It's time to sleep," he said, putting that ring on his finger. He rushed out of the office.
When he passed the bus stop, where Abby was drunkenly sleeping, he spotted a strange man acting weird.
He pulled back the car and stopped it directly opposite that bus stop and found that strange man leering at Abby's fair legs, which were exposed because of her slid skirt.
He grunted his teeth, annoyed. "Why are humans crazy about this everywhere?" He voiced tautness. Before that man's hand approached her, he pressed the horn, startled that man, and awakened Abby, too.
"Aish! Really!" Abby shouted furiously, which scared that man away.
She sat up straight. Still, she failed to notice her legs were exposing.
"Is she drunk?" He subtly narrowed at her.
She continued to doze off again. This time she maintained to lean back on the chair instead of lying.
Noticing that the stranger was waiting for the opportunity, he got out of the car and came over there.
That man walked off disappointedly as soon as receiving a death stare from him.
Not to delay, he paused with a surprised look on his face instantly after getting a great view of Abby. "Natalia?" He voiced faintly. His eyes were overwhelmed with surprise.
Even in sleep, she offered him a mild slap, whispering, "I'm Abby, Abby for Abigail."
"Abby?" He was extremely conflicted.
A lutering glow from his ring finger called for his attention. He couldn't believe what was going on here.
"Is she really Natalia?" He queried cautiously, gazing at that lutering ring.
That ring glows in bright as much as it could beat the street light.
She slapped his thigh. But this time hardly. "I'm Abby!" With half-closed eyes, drunken voice, and unstable body, she corrected him.
"Ahhh!" He grunted as her slap triggered a brief, sharp burning sensation on his thigh.
"Where is your house?" He questioned, lifting her face up to face him.
With partially opened eyes, she complemented him, "Your eyes look gorgeous."
He dodged her like it was nothing and repeated, "Where is your house?"
"My dad told me not to tell strangers where our house is." She declared, regretting it right away, "No! He is not my daddy. So I can tell." She regretted that also by saying, "That's still his house, not mine."
A deep, annoyance-shaded sigh blew out from his lips. "How much did you drink?" He checked her college bag, which had four empty bottles.
As she found his arms like billows, she leaned her head on them and began to doze off comfortably while he opened her phone, glimpsing the 33 missed calls from her father.
He unfurled his hand from her head away and dialled her father.
She offered him a harsh slap on his forearm right away, warning, "Stay in place!"
He stressed out visibly. Grinding his teeth, he stretched his hand for her, exasperated.
She then leaned her head on it and dozed off adorably. However, he found it abuse. Despite that, he managed to dial her father.
"Hello?" Her father answered it; he was breathless as if he had 10 laps.
"Are you Abby's father?" He questioned to confirm it first.
Sensing that was a man's voice, her father's face struck out skeptical, and he voiced rude, "Who are you? Why do you have my daughter's phone?" However, he couldn't frame his heart, which was fluttering in fear.