I'm not about to write some long ass intro because I'm kinda bummed with school and all
but
Honestly, I feel like I've been ditching y'all for CWTMK.

*Glaring at some of you violent ones*

That's no reason for y'all to fight your younger sisters at CWTMK well cause Mama ain't got no favourites.

Anyways I'm bummed and also I'm trying to finish this in like a few hours, meaning after or during me doing my homework.

Ma, if (which means when) you're reading this,
I know, I know, I have to do homework first.

30th April update (today):
I'm sure y'all are happy I'm back and just now the feeling is mutual. I'm also glad to be done with my 1st mock which is 1:5 unfortunately. Plus, i wrote this an ten days ago when i wasn't feeling sad or shitty or wasn't irritated splease bear with me if some part of the story are kind of off. A lot of shit had gone down today.

WaRNING!!!! Some part of this chapter may talk about medical stuff and things and about differently abled people.
I don't want to offend anyone with this chapter, also just know that most of this is from my head. And yes I did use Google to get on the right path and maybe used my science textbook on the skeletal system.

And if you know anyone going through this or anyone who has come past this, just know you are loved and do not need to change but need to continue fighting and pursue your dreams.

God will provide!

Okay I've said too much, so on with the drama.

*Recap*
Then it sinks in,"Oh my God!!
Oh My God, I- I'm ..........
I'm having an arranged marriage!?!???!!!!!?!?!!"

Kayla's pov
(2 more years later)

I woke up at 5:30 am gathered in a puddle of sweat, just like every day since that day.

'Yep I'm gonna agree with Dr.Yris on this one, it's getting much more worse. Thank God we're on vacation'
I thought, as I crawled out of bed. I change the sheets and make my bed.

I turned on the water's heater and decided to check on Karla.

Jimena has been a wreck.
A very wreckish wreck probably more than mine on a different scale, but I don't think the pain of losing a someone is different I just think everyone takes it in differently.

I mean, 2years ago, it took 5 months before mom got herself together, for herself and for us.

And since Marcus wasn't old enough to handle the business, mom was the acting CEO of dad's business but now she's more of the advisory body since Marcus is now much more responsible, I mean he's a 25 year old man!

I just finished bathing and 43 minutes have passed.
Yep I probably wasted water.

Anyways with my quite pale self, I knock on Jimena's door and walk into her room.

Her room is a nice shade of peach and beige with beautiful tapestry designs and some of her art pieces lingering in the corner of her room, her bed is just a simple bed with beautiful light brown wood and lime green fluffy rug on covering the left side of the bed.

I walk into the middle of the room and notice she isn't on the bed but the balcony door is open.

I walk over to the balcony.
Yes you heard that right.
Jimena of all people got the balcony.

It was literally one of the things I wanted when I knew I was getting my own room.

The person who said, "you can't always get what you wish for", wasn't so far off.

In the accident, Jimena wasn't wearing a seatbelt even though she was in the passenger seat which shocked all of us because the alarm should have rung but it was after the accident that it had rung. Apparently there were some problems with the car and that unfortunately constituted to some part of the accident.

And now, *sob*, now,
S-she was in a wheelchair,*sob*!

Doctors said that due to the force and the impact, the nerves which were helping her to walk were severely damaged and they would have been able to repair it but she was still in shock.

She also has a few non-visible scars on her leg which cannot really be seen unless your close or your some creep who started at her legs.

Now since she's out of shock and her depression, which means she's hopefully, mentally better.

These days, she says sentences now instead of a word and she's eating much more healthy (yes that includes the daily amount of pizza she eats) and goes outside.

"Hey!" I said.
She turns her chair and says hi!

"So what are you doing?"
I said as I looked at the early spring sky.

"Oh, just watching the sky and thinking, how pretty it is." She says smiling and I smile back at her.

She stares at me and her smile morphs to a frown.
"Did you have a nightmare?"

"N-no." I said really fast.

She doesn't look like she's buying it and she has a worried look on her face.
She asks,"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm fine." I said much more calmly now.

She opened her mouth to say more but I beat her to it,
"So are you ready for the surgery?"

Fortunately for us she's going to have surgery in two months, which is honestly a blessing even though it's 2 months away.

"Y-yeah I am. I just don't want to get my hopes up." She said slowly rubbing her hands together

"Oh Jimena." I said and squatted infront of her and her hands which were quite sweaty.

"Its going to be okay, we're gonna be fine. God will provide." I said and she wiped her tears.

There was a minute of silence.

"Are you coming down for breakfast?" I asked her.

Yeah she said, wheeling herself over but then I went behind her and started push her chair.
Its kinda relaxing though.
Its like she's one of my dolls in her pram.

I opened the door and wheeled her over to the elevator.
We had an elevator, it was there when we had the house, we just didn't use it except for emergencies and if you get sick.

It wasn't any of those fancy hotel elevators just a normal burglar proofed one.

It *dinged* as we came to a stop and the burglar proof door opened.

And we moved to the kitchen to be welcome be the waft of different kinds of food which made my mouth water.

Don't blame me, they make good food.

I leave Jimena at the outdoor dining table with Nico and go into the kitchen to see if there's anything they need help with.

"Good morning Momma, Good morning Ms.Riley." I said as i gave my mom a peck.

"Good morning Kayla."
They both said making me giggle.

She's squeezing the oranges whiles Ms.Riley is doing porridge or something.

"Mom, where's Marcus?" I ask.

"He's just checking up on a few things at Le Flor." Mum answered pouring the orange into the grand beautiful shiny glass jug.

"Oh okay, so what do I do?"
I ask my mom.

"Well, here you go." Mom said giving me the orange juice in the jug.

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Well now I'm bored.

The downfall of every vacation.

*Sigh*"Well I guess its homework then." I said out loud.

Its around the mid-afternoon.
Mom had already left a few hours ago with Marcus for a meeting, lately they've been having these strange meetings.

Ms.Riley went to the mall with Nico and Jimena.

So I'm practically home a lone.

As I'm waking towards the grand double stairs, I hear a noise.
It's a trrrrr sound, it almost sounds like ringing.

Ringing, that's it!

You know when trying to ignore something and it just so happens stands right infront of you. Well that's how I'm feeling as I try to ignore it.

*Ringgg*

'Ok that's it!'I thought.

I freeze and try to pinpoint the location. It sounds like it's coming from the office.

I push the double doors open and step into the office.

The office is painted dark green with gold streaks on the intersection of the walls make a beautiful gold design on the ceiling with a grand chandelier hanging in the middle.
Two sleek mahogany office tables at both ends of the room.

One was Mama's and the other was Papa's, may his soul rest in peace.

I walked closer to the phone it was on a small white antique table.

I picked up the office phone and said,
"H-hello? This is the Roland residence, how may I help you?"

"Hello." An older manly voice responds, it sounds like the person could be old enough to be my father with the normal American businessman voice.

"Where's Lilian?" The voice demanded.

"Lilian who?"
I ask. I decided to play dumb, because who know it could be some psycho trying to kill my mom.

"This is the Roland house, is it not?" The man asks in an annoyed tone.

And I nod , forgetting I'm on the phone.

"uh, Yes it is." I said.

"Well if like to speak with Lilian Roland? The lady if the house." He said losing a bit of patience. And put emphasis on the lady of the house.

Then he muttered something about incompetent maids.

I got slightly offended because people or well most maids are not incompetent unless you find the wrong ones.
Then I realized I didn't say who I was so it didn't matter, but who is he to assume I'm a maid?

So I continued speaking to him as if I was one of the assisting girls.

"Well sir, your in badluch because she's not here." I said.

And I heard a clash of something over the phone, which made me jump.

"Is there any message you'd like to give to her, sir?"

" Tell Lilian that the proposal is still on and I'm waiting.
And the names, Mr.Richards."
He said with a hint of southern accent.

A/N: so let me explain these things cause I feel like y'all are confused.

Ps.1863 words.

This is 2years after chapter 5, meaning in this one she is 19 therefore she was 17 chapter 5.
This is also her second year of college.

Her paternal grandmother is from Spain whiles her paternal grandfather is from Italy and he's a Londoner.

Her maternal grandmother is African but her maternal grandmother is African-American.

'Le Flor' is her Dads flower company. Le Flor is an Italian family business which belongs to her paternal family which currently reside in London.
So her father decided to open branches in America with his share. There are two branches in America, one is in Brooklyn, New York and the other is in Appleton, Seattle (where they currently reside).

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Hi y'all! How are you?
Good I hope.

And what did you think of this chapter? Did you like the father and daughter duo quote?

I'm kinda sad now, the time is 00:00 and I wanted to post before.
But well,
Tswwwwwww!

Its 00:17 here, what about y'all?

Ok well happy May! Ok bye!