VICTORIAPOV
Chapter 1
How Can It Get Any Worse?
"Victoria!" Andrew's voice called out. I saw him running towards me, and groaned inwardly. Andrew was an annoying man, unluckily my mother thought him a good match for me. She seemed totally oblivious to the fact that I detested him, or that I hated her controlling my life. Every single aspect of my existence was decided, controlled by her. It was exasperating. Even in my own house, I was a prisoner. Andrew's annoying voice broke through my reverie.
"Good day, Victoria"
"Master Duarte" I greeted curtly
"You are in good health, I trust?"
"Yes, thank-you. Now if you'll excuse me I have important business" I made to walk away, but he grabbed my arm
"May I borrow you from your busy evening? I need to speak to you"
"Not now, Sir. I am in quite a rush"
"Please, Victoria. I only beg a small portion of your time. Just listen to what I have to say"
"Fine. But make it quick" I snapped
"Well, your parents have decided that we make a fine couple, and requested that we wed as soon as possible. By this time next week, my darling Victoria, you will be my loving wife"
No. No, no, no, no. I had no intention of changing my last name. Victoria Aden suited me fine, thank-you very much.
"What?!" I screeched
"You are going to marry me. Now be a good girl and give your doting fiancé a kiss" He smirked. I had an idea. I smiled seductively and leant in as if to kiss him, but just as he closed his eyes, I slapped him across the cheek. Hard. I ran from him s fast as I could; only stopping when I realized he wasn't chasing after me. I had to get away, but where could I go? Home definitely wasn't an option, neither was anywhere predictable. That included Kaitlynne's house. Kaitlynne Grayson was my lifelong and best friend. Her husband, Isaac, was everything I wanted in a husband. He was sweet, funny and loved his wife like nothing else. They married because they wanted to, not because they 'made a good match'. Then I knew where I could go. Southcombe Beach. I changed direction, and sprinted to my destination. I reached the beach, and sat down on the cold pebbles, gasping for breath. I pulled Kaitlynne's letter out my coat pocket. It was late evening, and it was already getting dark. It was light enough that I could easily read the letter though.
Dearest Victoria, It read
She has arrived. Isaac and I are blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Her name is to be Emely Diana Grayson. As my lifelong friend and my child's godmother, you should be the first outside the family to see her. Please visit us soon. I have not seen you since last month.
All my love,
Kaitlynne
How could my life get any worse? I would never be able to see Kaitlynne, Isaac or there daughter again. Never would I be able to see Emely Diana Grayson. My own godchild. I would never know her. And I had to accept that. But I just couldn't. My life was falling to pieces around me. I buried my head in my hands and cried until darkness took over.
"Are you alright Miss?" A silken voice asked