I married a Billionaire

It was another day of the same old boring routine. My schedule was full, I had no time to finish the book I started writing four years ago. I could see the shimmering sunlight on my bed, "There's no way I can enjoy the sunlight and just take sometime for myself." Being the daughter of a billionaire is really stressful, I have to attend all these fancy balls and I can't just be myself. And on that note, I remember that I have a charity event to attend. Charity events aren't really my scene I'd much rather enjoy the sun and read a book, preferably a romance novel or continuing my story but I guess I'll just have to endure this event, after all I love animals. So, I got up out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, what better way to start my day than taking a hot bath. I hear the bathroom is a good place to think and at times I find myself reminiscing about the future, like right now. Here I am in my bathroom looking in the mirror trying to look into my future. "What would it be like to have a normal life and not have everything handed to you, having someone to not take you for granted but love you for you and not because your rich." A small tear trickled down the side of my cheek, thinking about your future and thinking of having a chance at a normal life can be stressing to the mind. Enough reminiscing, I need to compose myself or I'll be late for the event. I made my way to the car waiting on me outside, all dressed in pink with flower patterns filling my dress and sunglasses. On my way to the event all I could think about is that one day I might find "THE ONE" or am I just being cliche, no one ever finds "THE ONE." As people would usually say "Things like that only happen in movies", but forgive me for being over - romantic but I believe in truelove and love at first sight. It's just hard for people to believe in because they haven't found it yet. It feels like I've been in this car forever. "How long until we arrive Carl", No need to wait no longer Ms. Glen we're here. Finally! Oh! and Carl is my driver, he's a pretty decent guy, loyal, trustworthy and probably the only person in this world I consider my friend. I stepped out the car as if I was a princess in sparkly shoes and dangly jewelry and made my way over to the donation station - where my dad stood as proud as ever. Sometimes he disgust me, it aches me to say but it's the truth. Dads are suppose to be supportive of your decisions and push you forward but I don't know what went wrong with him, he wants me to want things to be handed to me, he doesn't push me to work or push me in the direction of gaining a different life and you know what the worst part is - he believes that that's the best way to live but who would want a girl who doesn't have dreams of her own, no one would. No one would want someone that would just lean on the other person without trying to find a place in this world for themselves, I know I wouldn't. I greeted everyone and left the station, I didn't even stay long enough to build up a conversation with my dad but I plan on talking to him later this afternoon about me being a writer but for now let's go visit some adorable animals maybe I'll adopt one. I know I don't need his permission to do what I want in life but I need his support, careers last longer and is more successful when you know you have the support of a love one or of someone who believes in you. I walked around the field of which they held the charity event trying to look for a nice pet to call my own but none gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling yet. It wouldn't hurt to look a little while longer, so I made my way over to the last pile of animals, and there I saw a beautiful puppy and you wouldn't guess what her name was. Princess! I yelled out, Omg she's perfect, I would adopt her right now. All these animals need a place to call home and that's basically what this event is about so I know my dad won't mind me adopting one, would he? Let's just ask to be sure. So, I made my way back over to the Donation station. With my fingers crossed I asked my dad "Could I adopt a dog" and "who do you suppose to clean up after him/her" he replied, I will and I promise I won't make her damage the furnitures or mess the house. I was so delighted when he said yes that I immediately took the adoption papers and signed. Adopting Princess somehow made me feel normal, like I'm just a girl that owns a pet. It was finally time to go home, I put Princess on her collar and made my way over to the car, and as I said I would, I started talking to my dad about my writing career and as usual he turned it down. He said "I thought you were over this" how could I be, this I something I want to do, but why would you when you already got all these money, if it's money you want you know I don't find it hard to give that to you. Money! Money dad is that all you ever think about! have you even stopped to think that I don't want to do it for the money just for the pleasure. As you all can guess that's how the rest of my night went, me feeling that I shouldn't have brought up the topic again and my dad going on a tirade. I rushed out the car with Princess ran up the stairs and into my room. I thought he would have changed his mind or at least be more open - minded about the idea. I sobbed so hard in my pillow that I think I made a mascara stain. Princess rushed into the bed in her attempt to make me feel better and in my defense she did. We both laid on the bed and finally we drifted off to sleep. I have big day tomorrow I mumbled, so I have to get as much sleep as possible, wouldn't want to look like a fashion disaster at the Gala now would I.