''Seriously father! Again a prom? How can you send me to three proms in one week'' I said and looked at my father. I didn't understand him, I was still seventeen and not allowed to marry for like half an year and he kept sending me to proms and party's where I could meet males from rich family's and with a title. He got burned on it to let me marry a person like that just so He would get better from it. What I wanted did not matter because to use my fathers words: 'I was a silly dreaming girl which had to learn to grow up'. I walked away from him and went to my own room, there I closed the door and locked it. He would get a tough time getting me out off here!