Katherine loved to have fun. She always believed the night was still young until she had to deal with the reality of becoming a mother at an early age. Being a mother wasn't the problem, it was who the father was that bothered her. She couldn't believe she had gotten pregnant for the most brutal bachelor on earth. She knew he would never accept the baby, and she needed him to.
Chapter 1 The Wedding
"Shit," she cursed as she jumped up off the bed.
She was so screwed if she couldn't get herself out of the house in the next one hour but looking at the clock on the drawer beside her bed and how much of a mess she was at the moment, she doubted two hours would be enough for her, even if she had it.
She would have to forget about the hairstyle she planned on doing for the event. It wasn't as if she was good with the curling iron and she had had a fight with her sister the other night. She sighed as she stepped into the bathroom. Alexia, her sister, would have helped her with her hair no matter how late she was if they hadn't argued last night.
She couldn't even remember why they had fought. Disagreeing with Alexia had become a norm that she was tired of keeping tracks of why and how frequent they fought. It was as if fighting was the oxygen they needed to breathe.
As much as they fought and argued, they dared not do that in the presence of their parents. God forbid their high class parents see their kids as nothing less than the stellar individuals they thought they were raising.
Their expectations of them were too stifling for Ava to keep up with. She was a lady in her early twenties who loved to be free and have fun but her parents' strict parenting made her think she was a forty-five-year old lady in the Victorian era most times.
The first time (and only time) her mother had heard her snap in public, she had reacted so dramatically that she had wondered if she was an actress instead of the neurosurgeon that she was. Her father, a successful businessman, wasn't any better. The two of them were always worried of their public reputation that she had been forced to pretend to be the daughter that they wanted.
She hated seeing the disappointment in their eyes everytime she came short of the standard they had set for her.
Her parents didn't know her, even though they would swear anywhere that they knew their children well. They would be disgusted if they knew the kind of person she was. They would be mad if they knew that she hated their strict parenting.
They didn't have to bring them up the way they had been brought. What happened to changes, growing up and breaking out of patterns? She didn't think they would ever understand those words.
She wanted to live alone but her parents would not allow her because they believed a lady was only allowed to live with her parents or her husband. She was stuck with them since she was unmarried and as much as the thought was appealing, she didn't want to get married just to escape the clutches of her parents.
The only person who knew her and she could confide in was Alexia and it hurt everytime they fought. That meant that she had no one to confide in and would have to bottle up her emotions till Alexia decided to forgive her.
She wondered what the use of the big mansion they lived in was if she always felt suffocated in it.
"Ava! Aren't you going to be late for the wedding?" her mum shouted as she stepped out of the bathroom.
She sighed as she saw that she had wasted ten minutes since she had jumped out of the bed.
"I will be out soon." She lied, knowing she wasn't anywhere close to being done. Her mother wouldn't know she lied so she didn't have to feel guilty about it.
She picked the gown she had bought for the occasion and cursed as the zipper broke while she was trying to wiggle herself into it. She shouldn't have bought a tight gown but she wanted to look different... and maybe sexy. She had a date with her boyfriend after the wedding and had another reason for buying the tight gown.
"I don't have the time for this." She muttered under her breath as she moved to her closet to pick out another gown from the ones she had already at home, wondering which one would be suitable for the occasion.
Her boss' cousin was the one getting married and he had invited his employees. That meant that her colleagues would all be there and she couldn't wear the gowns she used to wear to work.
She finally settled on a purple gown with a decent slit at the knees. She strapped on her heels and brushed her hair down, letting it fall to her waist. She debated on putting on makeup and finally decided on using only lip gloss and a light coating of mascara.
"I'm done." She breathed out in relief as she checked herself out in the mirror. "Damn, Ava, you are beautiful." She repeated her daily affirmations to herself as she picked her bag and stepped out of her room, glad that she still had fifteen minutes to get to the wedding.
If there was no traffic, she would get there before the ceremony started. She couldn't dare miss the wedding or she could kiss goodbye to the promotion she wanted. She had bought the new dress to impress her boss and hoped the one she eventually had on was enough to do the trick.
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