If Walls Could Touch

"Dad, I don't want this." "I have no interest in marrying him." Yvonne declared, her voice shaking with annoyance. She paced angrily in her father's office with her eyes fixed on a manicured yard outside.

Her father, Mr. Reginald, stood by the fireplace, looking at her with a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You will adhere to the instructions, Yvonne," he declared. "Josh is an ideal match for you. "He comes from a well respected, wealthy, and influential family. He will take care of you."

Yvonne felt an overpowering sense of anger due to her father's remarks. She didn't want to be looked after; she hoped to be loved, experience happiness, and have a family. Nevertheless, she knew her father wouldn't understand that.

"I don't have any feelings for him," Yvonne declared, trying to convince her father. "I don't actually know him well."

Mr. Reginald exhaled deeply, his expression determined. "Marriage doesn't require love, Yvonne." What is important is that you meet your obligations, select a suitable partner, and honor your family."

Yvonne sensed a constriction in her throat as she recognized that her father would never genuinely comprehend her. He could never see her as a person with her own emotions and thoughts.

"I can't stand you," Yvonne yelled, the phrase slipping out before she had a chance to hold it back.

Mr. Reginald's expression remained impassive, yet Yvonne noticed a flash of rage in his gaze. "You will follow orders, Yvonne," he stressed. "You will wed Josh and make me proud."

Yvonne was engulfed by a surge of hopelessness. She realized she was ensnared.

While standing there, sensing helplessness and solitude, Yvonne noticed the sound of footsteps outside the door. The door swung open, and Josh stepped inside,

"Ah, Yvonne," he remarked, his tone laced with contempt. "I see that you remain obstinate." "However, you need not worry, because I will look after you."

Yvonne gazed at him in revulsion, experiencing a chill coursing down her back as Josh's gaze fixed on hers. She realized she was in serious peril, and she had no idea how to safeguard herself.

Josh went up to Yvonne's dad, reaching out his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Reginald," he said. "I promise to take good care of Yvonne."

Yvonne's father took hold of Josh's hand, grinning. "I have faith that you will, Josh," he declared. "You are a good man."

Yvonne felt that she could be sick. She couldn't understand what was happening.

As Josh was about to leave, he met Yvonne's eyes. "I'll catch you this evening at the engagement celebration," he remarked, his tone laced with.

Yvonne moved ahead, a note of desperation entering her voice. "Please, Father-"

Nevertheless, her father merely shook his head. "That choice is off the table now, Yvonne," he noted. "The arrangements have already been established." Those tears won't be of any help to you. "You are set to marry Josh, and that's conclusive."

Yvonne was engulfed by a surge of hopelessness.

She wishes to be with a man who cherishes her and to have a happy family, but she understood that being with Josh would never provide her joy.

As she stood there, feeling alone and helpless, Yvonne heard the voice of her stepmother from behind.

"Yvonne, my dear," her stepmother said, "I truly regret." "I understand this isn't your preference, but it's necessary for the good of our family."

Yvonne faced her, experiencing a blend of annoyance and sorrow. "Why didn't you intervene, Mother?" she inquired.

Her stepmother released a heavy sigh, with tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Yvonne," she answered. "I was left with no option."

Yvonne felt a tightness in her throat as she realized her stepmother was trapped, just like her.

"You keep saying that, Mother," Yvonne said, her voice shaking with feeling. "You frequently assert that you had no choice." However, you had a choice but chose not to act."

Yvonne's rants left her stepmother speechless, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Yvonne, I-" "No, Mom," Yvonne cut in. "I don't want to hear it." I have no interest in listening to your explanation. "I'm simply asking you to hear me out."

Her stepmother acknowledged with a nod, tears streaming down her face. "I'm concentrating, Yvonne."

As Yvonne stood there, trying to unwind, she listened to footsteps outside the room. The door opened wide, and Alex, her dearest friend, walked in.

"Hi, Yvonne," Alex said, concern visible on her face. "I learned about what happened ." I'm so sorry."

Yvonne experienced a wave of relief, a feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, she wasn't alone.

"Thank you, Alex," Yvonne replied, attempting to smile.

Alex approached Yvonne and embraced her. "We'll make it through this as a team," she remarked. "I assure you."

Yvonne experienced a glimmer of hope, contemplating that perhaps, just perhaps, she might break free from her unkind marriage and discover genuine love.

However, as she gazed at Alex, Yvonne recognized that it wouldn't be simple. She needed to battle for her liberty, and she had to proceed cautiously.

Her father had a formidable presence, and he would make significant efforts to achieve his goals.

While Yvonne remained there, experiencing a blend of feelings, she understood that she needed to make a choice. She might choose to embrace her destiny and wed Josh, or she could struggle for her liberty and gamble everything.

While she stood there, filled with resolve, Yvonne heard footsteps approaching from outside the room. The door swung open, and her father entered.

"Yvonne sweetheart, I understand you don't want this but, sometimes we have to do some things we don't want to do for a greater good." He stated, "remember we are your only family and we need you."

Yvonne's anxiety increased. She had no desire to attend the party, nor did she want to marry Josh.

Nevertheless, she realized that she had no option. She was confined, and she needed to fulfill her father's wishes.

While Yvonne remained in that place, experiencing a blend of feelings, she realized she needed to make a choice. She might opt to accept her destiny and wed Josh or struggle for her liberty and jeopardize everything.

Yvonne inhaled deeply, attempting to relax. She understood that a long and challenging journey lay ahead, yet she was resolute in pursuing her heart and discovering genuine love.

Then, Yvonne left the room, ready to challenge whatever awaited her.

Yvonne spent almost the whole day getting ready for the engagement party. She wore a pretty white dress that complemented her lovely hairstyle.

As Yvonne looked into the mirror, she felt a deep sadness and threw herself against the wall.

She comforted herself, "I will escape from this."

Yvonne inhaled deeply and left her room. She went down to the living room where the engagement party was held.

The room was full with guests celebrating Yvonne and Josh's engagement. Yvonne's dad stood by the fireplace, smiling happily.

"Ah, Yvonne," he said, as she approached him. "You look beautiful."

Yvonne forced a smile to come to her face. "Thanks, Dad," she responded.

As the assembly went on, Yvonne sensed she was trapped in a nightmarish dream. She had no intention of marrying Josh, nor did she wish to spend her whole life with him.

As she walked into the party, the noise was everywhere. The loud music, the chatter of the crowd, the clinking of glasses... It was too much to handle.

She couldn't manage the emotions of those around her, and the noise was making her skin tingle. She stayed still, uncertain of how to escape the chaos. Her eyes scanned the room in search of a tranquil place, but serenity surrounded her everywhere.

As the evening progressed, Yvonne began to feel increasingly despondent. She understood that she needed to escape this predicament, but she was unsure about her next steps.

She inhaled deeply and turned quickly to leave, eager to discover a moment of tranquility.

She quietly departed from the gathering, the noises of laughter and dialogue diminishing. The refreshing breeze outside enveloped her as she entered the garden, a space where she had always discovered solace during periods of sorrow.

She walked to her beloved place, a stone wall that had always supported her during her toughest times. She rested against the wall, sensing the coarse surface of the stone on her skin.

Her body, leaning against the solid walls, provided a tranquil comfort that no man could rival.

And in that instant, she noticed him - a handsome, tall man standing on the other side of the garden. He gazed at her intensely, and Yvonne sensed a tremor go down her spine.

Who was this man, and why did he look at her with such passion? Yvonne was oblivious, but she was determined to uncover the truth.