I decided that I would re-write this story, at the moment there are no major changes but I felt like it needed some improvements. This isn't going to be update regularly so yeah.
I hope any previous readers will enjoy this re-write because I'll be starting from scratch which means that hopefully, this will be different.
Enjoy!
Brittany's father had always told her fairy tales when she was younger. Her favourite time for these was just before "lights out" time, where her father would come to tuck her in.
He'd always make Brittany the main character, describing her as the beautiful young princess. Brittany would giggle at her father when he told her these tales because of the silly faces he would pull; he had her holding her sides in laughter.
"Tell me the one about the princess and her prince!" She giggled, bouncing up and down on her bed excitedly, eager for her father to start.
He chuckled and cleared his throat before starting, watching his enthusiastic daughter closely. "Alright Britty-Bee. Can you remind your old dad how it starts?" he challenged her.
"You know how it starts, daddy... It starts with the beautiful princess being lonely, duh!" Brittany replied with a playful childlike roll of her eyes.
"I know, I know. I'm just messing with you, sweetie." His voice was warm and soothing. Brittany folded her arms across her chest and pouted at her father.
"I'm starting, calm down, Britt." He joked before clearing his throat again. "There was once a beautiful blonde haired princess, her name was Br-"
"Brittany!" Brittany chimed in, interrupting her father who nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, she was called Brittany and she had everything she could ever wish for. She had ponies, a bed made out of candy floss, a unicorn and a pool made out of jello. In fact, it was the only jello pool in the entire universe." He paused to take a breath. Brittany giggled, already intrigued by his tale. "However, Princess Brittany was lonely so she decided to search far and wide for the perfect prince and then after searching the whole of her kingdom, she found him!"
"And then Brittany married the handsome prince and they lived happily ever after with their unicorn." Brittany interrupted with a giggle.
"That's right sweetie, they lived happily ever after." He laughed quietly and then clapped his hands together. "Anyway, I think it's time for young princesses to go to sleep or they won't get their prince."
Brittany shook her head and frowned, she was enjoying her bedtime story. "But I don't want to go to sleep. I want more princess stories."
"But daddy is very sleepy and has a big meeting at work tomorrow." He did a fake yawn and patted his open mouth with his palm. Brittany's frown deepened and he laughed at the little madam. "If you go to sleep now, I'll read you two stories tomorrow. I promise."
Brittany crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her chin as if she was thinking the deal over. "Do you promise?" She stuck her pinkie out for him to take it.
Her father took the small dainty pinkie and said sincerely. "I promise, Britty."
"Okay then. I'll go to sleep." She agreed and quickly slipped one leg after the other under her Barbie bed quilts. Her father who was perched on the edge of her bed stood up and then leant down to press a kiss against his daughter's head.
"Goodnight, Brittany." He smiled.
"Night, daddy." Brittany said returning the smile and pulling the bed quilts up to her chin. She did this so that the monsters living under her bed wouldn't get her. He kissed her forehead again before leaving her bedroom and shutting her door behind himself, leaving Brittany to dream about the handsome prince that would one day carry her off and marry her.
The Pierce family owned a chain of department stores simply called "Pierce's", these sold a wide range of high quality products and had become highly popular with the public. However, they were looking to expand their business. They saw this opportunity through a partnership with another department store, and their biggest rivals a company owned by the Lopez family. The Pierces' proposed the idea of a partnership to the Lopez's who liked the idea. They would split the profits 50/50 and everyone would be happy.
However, to ensure that this partnership lasted, the two families had to think of a way for future generations to withhold the businesses.
The only solution they could come up with was for their children to marry each other.
12 years later
Brittany's parents had told her about her marriage, which would take place when she was nineteen. She had turned 18 in the previous months and was finished with school.
Brittany was furious with her parents for forcing her into a marriage with a man she didn't even know; it wasn't fair! But eventually, she had come to terms with the fact that there was no way out of the marriage.
The same questions kept running through her head.
Is it even possible for me to fall in love with this man? I don't know him.
What if I can't stand him?
What if he doesn't like me?
Will we have children?
She would sit in her room and mull over these questions for hours. Sometimes she would end up crying because she was so scared. She hadn't even had a boyfriend yet. She hadn't had her first kiss. She knew it sounded stupid, especially when she was the head cheerleader in her high school. Her parents forbid her. They could be extremely strict with her at times but the rules they enforced were for the better, even Brittany knew that.
One evening her parents brought her down into their reception room and informed her that she would be living with her future husband in his families holiday house in LA. Brittany felt sick. How could they not forewarn her about something like this? She was going to be meeting the man that she was being forced to spend the rest of her life with.
Brittany didn't want to go through with this. She couldn't, after all she was still a teenager. She was never going to live the normal life her friends would but no amount of arguing would change that. Her parent's words were final.
Three days later
Brittany was helping her chauffeur and father unload the trunk of the car; she was shaking. A thin layer of sweat coated her palms and she found it hard to hold anything without it slipping from her grasp.
Her father noticed how nervous she was, a small frown appeared on his lips and he dropped the bag he was carrying to the ground.
"Britty." He called softly, putting a hand on his daughter's shoulder and pulling her over to the side as the chauffeur continued to carry bags into the house.
She released a shaky breath and looked up at him.
"I can see you're nervous." He chewed on his lower lip as he suddenly felt a pang of guilt spring from his chest. "I don't blame you really. I've previously met your uh, spouse and I must say that he's a looker. I trust him to take care of my little girl… And remember, this move is only temporarily. It's so the two of you can have some alone time to-" Her father paused as he searches for the right word. "-To bond."
Brittany nods meekly. She can't bring herself to say anything to her father; she remembers the stories he used to tell her about how she would one day marry a prince.
She didn't think it'd be this way; she didn't want it to be this way.
Brittany shrugged her father's hand off her shoulder and moved over to the car where one bag remained, she picked it up and reluctantly walked up the steps that lead into the summerhouse.
After all of Brittany's bags had been placed in the entrance, the chauffer had retreated back to the car to leave the two Pierce's to look around.
"This is impressive." Her dad chuckled as he examined the kitchen. "Hey, it can't be too bad, Britt. This house is beautiful. It reminds me of the beach house we have in LA." Everything looked expensive, despite being wealthy herself; it made Brittany a little worried about touching some of the décor in the house.
"It looks like something you'd see in a movie, I bet the fruit in that bowl over there is plastic." The blonde commented as she took in the marble counters and floor in the open planned kitchen, her father chuckled before making a move over to the fridge; it looked like something you'd see in NASA.
"There's already food in here, Britt." Mr Pierce announced as he rummaged through the fridge and took out a carton of fresh orange. He took out two glasses from the counter and poured the orange into them.
"Here you go." He said with a breathy chuckle as he handed Brittany the drink. Brittany raised an eyebrow as her dad handed her the drink; that was his nervous laugh… What did he have to be nervous about?
The young blonde woman brought the glass to her lips when a loud voice interrupted her.
"Charles, are you in here?" A deep voice called through the house. It grew clearer as it approached.
"Yes, we're in the kitchen, Antonio." He called back, his eyes quickly darting to Brittany.
Brittany put the glass down and wiped her hands down her summer dress, making sure to get rid of any creases in it before quickly moving her hands up into her hair and combing her fingers through her golden locks.
Antonio who was a dark haired, well built Hispanic man emerged from the doorway. He looked over to Brittany, his eyes observing her before smiling approvingly.
"Hello. You must be Brittany." He stepped out of the doorway and into the room. "My name is Antonio."
Brittany nodded shyly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"This is Santana, my daughter." As he spoke a girl stepped in behind him. She was beautiful; she had long black hair that hung freely down past her shoulders and dark chocolate eyes. Her lips were pouty and a light shade of pink and her nose crinkled as she glanced around the room.
Brittany offered the Latina girl a shy smile before her eyes darted over to the doorway as she waited for her future husband to walk in. Her face fell when the realization hit her.
"Y-your daughter?" Brittany stuttered out. Her throat forced those words out; she already knew what Antonio was going to say next.
"Yes, and your gorgeous wife-to-be." His eyebrow raised slightly in confusion. Antonio thought the blonde teenager already knew this.
Brittany almost hit the floor.
Her husband-to-be was a girl, and a hot one at that.