Yvonne’s POV- Desires

As the party drew to a close and everyone dispersed to their respective homes, I trudged upstairs to my room. With heavy steps, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto my bed, succumbing to tears that flowed freely.

Staring at the engagement ring adorning my finger, I felt a surge of despair. With a trembling hand, I removed it and flung it into a nearby drawer. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing my friends and classmates with such a symbol of entrapment on my finger.

Standing by the window, I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself and wipe away the tears threatening to spill. The weight of my parents’ expectations bore down on me heavily, knowing that their desires for me would only lead to a lifetime of misery.

The door creaked open, and my father entered the room. I turned to face him, my heart sinking at the sight of him.

“Father…” I whispered, unable to hide my anguish.

He smiled warmly, a rare expression on his face. “You did exceptionally well tonight, daughter. I