Lily's POVLily gazed out the window, lost in thought. The world outside was a blur of colors and shapes, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off and that she was missing something important. She sighed and turned away from the window, eyes scanning the room. It was familiar yet foreign as if she had never truly belonged there. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, but the feeling persisted. She needed to figure out what was wrong, but how?Her heart pounded as she hurried down the long hallway toward her father's office. Her heavy footsteps echoed off the walls, announcing her arrival before she even reached the door.She approached the door with a sense of trepidation, her hand reaching out to grasp the cool metal of the doorknob. With a careful twist, she pushed the door open, her heart racing as she stepped inside. Her heart raced as she approached his office door.She hesitated momentarily, taking a deep breath, before finall

The thought of being forced into a marriage with a man eerily similar to her father was suffocating. She had always been close to her father, but spending the rest of her life with someone who reminded her of him in every way was too much to bear. She knew that her family's traditions and expectations were weighing heavily on her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing control of her life.As the sun began to set, she made a silent vow to herself to find a way to break free from the chains that bound her and forge her path, no matter the cost.The room was quiet, save for the sound of my breathing. Suddenly, a soft knock interrupted the stillness. I hesitated momentarily, wondering who could be calling at this hour. With a sense of curiosity, I rose from my seat and went to the door.Lily's mother gently pushed open the door to her daughter's room and softly called out her name, "Lily?" With a heavy heart, I uttered my mother's name through gritted teeth, my face conto

How could he make such a choice without consulting me first? I struggled to control my emotions, knowing that any outburst would only make things worse. Instead, I nodded, my silence a testament to the weight of his authority. Ben's anger boiled over as he slammed his fist on the table, causing the dishes to rattle.His voice echoed through the room as he shouted, "She's only 18!" The intensity of his emotions was palpable, and those around him could feel the weight of his words. Darryl's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Mamá with anger and disbelief. "How can you just stand by and let this happen?" he cried indignantly. Mark was fuming, his finger jabbing in my direction as my mother tried to soothe him. "She's just a kid; you can't do this," he seethed. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.My heart raced as I watched the scene unfold, unsure of what would happen next. She sat at the table, her appetite gone. Only the sound of her fork tapping against