Arabella
“Miss you can’t go there,” one of the body guards said.
“Yes I can, and if you will stop me you’ll regret it.” I said, annoyed.
Dad gave me 4 bodyguards, why? Because grandmother died and he’s going to have the pledge tomorrow.
“Just stay here, I can handle myself.” I said.
They listened to my orders.
I entered the small café, and ordered hot coffee.
“Here’s your order ma’am,” the man said.
I grabbed the drink, “Thank you.”
When I turned around, I bumped into someone, my coffee spilling all over the person’s shirt.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” I said, as I grabbed some napkins and dabbing it on the part where the stain is.
“It’s alright,” the guy said.
I look up, and saw someone is familiar, but I just can’t put my finger on it.
“Arabella?” The guy asked.
“Yeah. You look
