A/N: This is a new story that I just started awhile ago. Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but Stephenie Meyer does. Do I look like Stephenie Meyer? Didn't think so.
20th Century Love
Chapter 1
First Impressions
BPOV
We had lived in Chicago almost since birth. My father and I had moved here a few months after I was born in Phoenix. My father was the owner of a huge company that made lots of money, so we were pretty much rich. I was almost 17, and my father wanted me to marry. But instead of letting me choose a suitable husband, he had chosen for me. I hardly even knew the boy; he was younger than me, fifteen, I think. The only thing I knew was that the boy was the son of William Black, owner of my father's rival company.
An arranged marriage was my worst nightmare. I was a carefree girl who loved hanging out with friends, playing with her dog and didn't want to be tied down. Ask anyone of my family or friends.
In my eyes, there was only one good thing about the marriage and that was the fact that I thought of myself as ugly and too skinny, even though my friends said the opposite. If my father had left the task of finding a husband to me, I would never have succeeded. No one would ever love a girl like me. I was too free-spirited for my own good.
My father was planning a ball to announce me and Jacob's (that was his name) engagement in a few days. I hadn't wanted to go but my father had forced me, threatening not to let me out of the house to see my friends. I reluctantly agreed. Thank god my friends were going to be there.
Before the ball, according to my father, I was to get to know Jacob. He had invited me to go out to eat with him and, afterwards, see a play at the theatre. It was my first time meeting the boy and my father said I had to make a good impression. My nanny, Melinda, was taking care of me, helping me get ready because my mother had passed away right after I was born, leaving me an only child with no mother.
The doorbell rang then. Probably Jacob, I stood up out of the chair in front of my vanity and walked out of my room. I started descending the stairs, not looking where I was going, only to trip and fall on the last step, falling into the arms of a man. I thought that Jacob was only fifteen.
My father introduced me to him. The man was, in fact, Jacob and he was still holding on to me. I shook a little, trying to get him to loosen his grip on me. He obliged, took my arm and we walked out the door to his carriage.
A/N: Pretty short first chapter. Do you like it? I've got the idea and summary all in my head, I just have to type the story. Should I continue? Review! And while you're at it, check out my other story, New Kid on the Block. Much Love.
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