Genevieve
“Your marriage with Rusty will be on the same day as your coronation, next week.”
I laughed sarcastically. “What gives you the right to decide on that?”
“Genevieve, this is for the future of Genovia.” I snorted at my father’s reply; such words from someone who robbed the country’s money.
I gritted my teeth trying my best to remain and to avoid lashing out on my parents. I stood from my seat and speak as calmly as possible. “With all due respect, Mom, Dad; I’m afraid I’ve lost my appetite. I’ve been busy DEALING with Genovian affairs of which you do not care about.”
I turn to Richie and said, “Let’s go, Richie.”
“GENEVIEVE, COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANCE.” My father shouted as he calls me but I couldn’t care less. I’m done playing by their rules.
Richie follows behind me
