Crowned; The Miami Event

Scott Pov I walked down the red carpet at a slow pace with my sister by my side as journalists and paparazzi tried to get to us. At the end of the carpet, a man in a black suit led us to the event hall where celebrities and big personalities were all gathered. "What’s this about again, Douglas?" I asked my personal assistant, already pissed off. "It’s the Oscar, you moron" my sister Brittany answered, slightly annoyed. We were led to our reserved chairs when Rihanna came on stage. "Oh look Brittany, Rihanna is about to perform lift me up", Brittany's personal assistant Aurora informed her of the obvious with anticipation all over her face. Hearing this, Brittany's eyes sparkled and listened closely to Rihanna and at the end of the song, Brittany got up and started clapping as well as the crowd. Throughout the event, awards were given and songs were sung, but I finally got bored and told Brittany to get up so we could leave. "But Scott, it's almost over, please wait a bit longer" she asked with pouty lips and puppy eyes. "Alright", I sighed and leaned back. Sitting back bored, I looked around until my eyes fell on a particular blonde young lady in a cobalt blue gown and glossy lips. For some reason, I was drawn to her and stared longer than I should. Feeling my gaze, the girl turned around and caught me staring and smiled sweetly at me. After realizing this, I nodded a bit and turned to Brittany. “We’re leaving.” I headed straight for the car with Brittany by my side and several bodyguards prepared by Douglas to avoid paparazzi. We drove home while listening to a briefing by Aurora on an event we will be attending in Canada tomorrow. "Canada? Why do we have to go to Canada and listen to some boring speech and smile at people I care nothing about!?" Brittany yelled. “No one asked or forced you to smile; you do that of your own accord”, Scott remarked. “And respect!” she bite back. “Well, young miss, I was instructed by the president that both of you attend this event on his behalf”, Douglas explained with a soft expression, trying to reason with Brittany. "We will see about that." Brittany remarked calmly with a smile which showed she was planning something. The car finally stopped, and we got off and walked into the mansion. "Hey guys" we heard from afar "Oliver?" Brittany said in surprise, "Hey Britt, how are you doing?" Oliver, the son of Rhys Carson, owner of the biggest engineering company in the country and my best friend said, smiling as he walked towards us. "Well I'm good," Brittany said and gave him a light hug. “What’s up bro”, Oliver said and gave me a tight hug with a broad smile which I returned, “When did you get back?” I asked with a smile still plastered on my face “Last night, man Abu Dhabi was lit, you should have come for real though” “funny, we’ll catch up later” I sarcastically replied and went to my father’s office. I nodded to a guard beside the door as we walked in. Security tightened in the house after an attempt to murder my father. Although the mastermind was not caught, the assassin was shot down on the spot. Besides the fact that it was a home office, the place was large with shelves holding books and documents and, in the middle, a table and chair for working with computers and other documents. On the right side of the office was a couch where my step-mother sat reading a book by Ben Carson. “Step-mom” I said, with a slight bow. "Scott, Britt, how was the Oscar? I hope you enjoyed it" Diana, our stepmother, asked "actual....." "Are we really going to Canada!?" Britt cut me off "Brittany, Scott alone is going to Canada and you are going to..... Umm.... Miami to visit.... Stuart and you can go with Lillian if you like”, Diana said while stuttering, knowing that Britt would blow with anger. "I'm going to see Stuart!?" Britt shouted in anger. I felt a vibration in my pocket and exited the room. “She’ll be in Canada in the next two days”, Douglas reported “how long will I be there?” I asked as I walked out the house with Oliver “a week” “I’m going on vacation after then and that’s final” I replied Douglas and cut the call. “You’ve found her?” Oliver asked in a serious tone “she couldn’t hide forever” I said with a devilish smirk. Brittany's POV My step-mother always thought I was some puppet she could control, and I hated that "Diana!? Why do you think I would want to go to Miami to see Stuart? What are you planning!?" I asked furiously. "Well, now that you’ll be turning Twenty-two soon, we want to try and find you a good suitor for you to get married too when you’re ready" My step-mother answered as she uncomfortably arranged her gown "Marriage? Are you for real right now?" I asked, feeling stressed, "Well, Brittany, it's never too early to start planning for marriage. Stay in Miami for a few months so you’ll get to know Stuart better. Besides, I met your mother when I was on a visit to Los Angeles”, my father, Jackson Miller, President of Miller’s conglomerate, said as he walked into the office. Looking at the tile and said almost in pain "Correction, step-mother and you met her in a drunken state at a club on your visit to MY MOTHER’S BROTHER’S place. Father, do you want me to marry Stuart!?" I said with a calm voice in the last line trying to fight the demons in me, crying to unleash my anger. Diana awkwardly left the room while pretending to get a phone call, "Britt, please do not think I'm forcing anything on you, but you have to try to like and maybe marry Stuart. It would be perfect to see you as the wife of a first-class man of your generation" my father said, "Well, I make no promises, but if I don't love Stuart I'll marry a man I love IF I feel like getting married." I stated confident in my heart that I won't fall for a womanizer like Stuart. I left the office and went to my room. After changing into something smart, I went to the studies, which was also my home office, since I wasn’t allowed to be physically present at my company.