CHAPTER ONE:

Dear Future Husband

Here's a few things

You'll need to know if…

You wanna be

My One and Only

All-ll-lllllll

My Life

Pauseeeeeeeeeeee

The curtains to my shower flew open as I lunged for my phone, I'm late! I hopped out of my shower and threw open the bathroom's pearly, white door as I ran past Hanna, my brown haired servant, snagging the towel from her hands and yelling, "Thank You!" as I ran to my giant, walk in closet.

I have a lot of clothes.

I grabbed a sleeveless black t shirt from behind a rack of ball gowns of all assorted shapes and colours and slipped it on, putting my cellphone on speaker and shutting my sound-proof doors to the prying ears of my nosey maids, "Agent Bunny?"

Do not ask me why I go by that code name. I have always like bunnies and one time I dressed up like a bunny for the annual FBI halloween costume party and the whole office decided to rename me that. And I don't really mind to be honest. Like I said, I like bunnies.

"Agent Jay?" He was my partner. And my best friend since diapers.

His parents are also rich. Not as rich as mines… but rich all the same. He came from the Lickerston family. Kevin Lickerston. They owned almost all of the fish/fishing shops in Magnolia. Which was just as well as it was that Magnolia bordered the Tasmane Ocean.

"Lucy, great. The boss is looking for you."

I huffed as I struggled to get my left leg into my black skinny jeans. The right leg had already accomplished the job. "Tell him I had to get fitted for yet ANOTHER wedding gown."

"What? Why?"

I rolled my eyes as I tossed on a pink sock and then a blue sock (it's a habit), "Apparently the Yattle family's daughter, Jasmine, is to be married in a few weeks."

"Jasmine Yattle?" I heard him cackle over the phone, "What poor soul did she convince to marry her?"

"Unbelievable, right?" I pulled on my black ankle-high spiked heel boots as I told Kevin, "Some man named Tuft Gregor proposed to her. A few years her elder." I exited my closet, taking my time now as I knew that Kevin would hold down things at headquarters for now, "Do you know of him?"

"Nope," I could imagine him shaking his head.

"I'm told he's into hunting. My father is not too fond of his family," I glanced around to make sure no one was around before continuing as I tied my long, blonde hair into a high ponytail, "But I believe that's because he considers hunting his area of expertise."

We laughed at that as I grabbed a coat and headed for the door of my room, "Tell the boss I'm on my way now. I'll be there in half an hour."

We disconnected and I crept out my room, gliding down hallways and turning corners in my attempt to avoid the millions of servants, maids, and butlers at our disposal. Oh, I forgot to tell you, didn't I? No one knows of my secret identity. No one knows I'm an FBI agent. And just between you and me, I would like to keep it this way. So, let's make this our little secret, alright?

I got to the secret door I had created while Father was on a business trip in Milwahue, a small island a few hundred miles away. I creeped through it, careful to stay away from the spiders and creepy crawlers. I got to the end, climbed up the steps, and peeked out the peephole to the alleyway behind Mr. Sunfield's chinese food restaurant. Seeing no one, I pushed the covering metal side, being careful to be silent, pulled my thin body out of the hole, and covered it up. Then I dusted off and walked over to the brown Toyota Prius, got inside, turned on the ignition. Before driving off, however, I reached into the back, put a small black bag on the passenger seat, and took out a black cap, securing it onto my head and pushing my pony tail through the slot in the back. The front read: FUN. I love this hat. I drove to the end, took a right onto the street, and drove to headquarters. Let's have some fun.