Here I was riding our vehiclebeing driven by Mat and with Erica beside me looking aimlessly outside the window. It seemed that the trees and falling leaves interest her more rather than my company, which I didn't mind at all. If it was possible I wouldn't talk to any of these "potentinal bride" like my mother said.

Erica had long wavy blonde hair and very deep blue eyes which reminded me of the ocean and the waves rolling by the shore. If I could compare, she was the prettiest among those who I have met.

She was from another country and I introduced her the places in the land, telling her a little bit of history behind every structure and purpose.

While I was lost in thought Erica was interested or maybe pretending to look excited but there was definitely an awkward vibe around, I just couldn't pinpoint it yet.

One thing I always liked to visit was the abandoned building built a long time ago. It was supposed to be a big museum but the man's wife died and discontinued the project.

Whenever I had free time or could escape the palace I would always run away there and hide and watch the sun set. The building was constructed and overgrown with trees which makes it beautiful when you go up there.

The view was always the best around six in the afternoon because the sky was a beautiful color mix in red and orange. Now that I was back in the palace with responsibilities it was harder to visit but maybe one day again.

I haven't brought anyone there and I don't plan on to anytime soon.

Erica sighed dramatically and opened her mouth. "Look, we were both forced into this so let's stop pretending like we actually like doing this," she said on the point. I was actually relieved that I didn't have to do stuff like this.

I smirked, agreeing with her and we proceeded with the day talking about how her father talked to her into this. We actually clicked but in a different way.

Erica had humor and it sometimes get dark and weird but I think she's amazing either way. We actually had some similar hobbies, likes and dislikes. Tennis was one and we had to compare each others' favorite players. Another thing we both disliked was pineapple on pizza. I could eat the pineapple by itself but Erica was strongly against eating the fruit.

We both had to go our own way after our little get to know each other. I actually enjoyed her company and we gave each other our number to debate again why the need for pineapple on pizza if the time comes or if we were both bored and want to talk about anything.

"You sound happy," Mat informed and I scoffed, totally forgetting that he was our driver. It was really weird because he was silent throughout the ride, it wasn't like him to not utter a single word. He was usually the one helping me make conversation when I had to do it with the previous girl or the girl before that.

"Here, the hotel said you left this." He handed me a phone that wasn't like mine. I turned it on and saw a background of trees. One thing I found out that I enjoy was hiking in the woods. Mat and I hiked and camped for three days last year and we didn't let anyone know. When we came back the police were at home and my mom with red eyes. Atleast I got to enjoy before the storm.

"It's not mine," I mumbled and he shrugged. Unlocking was impossible because I didn't know the code so I turned it off and slid it in my pocket.

We arrived back at the palace, Simon tailing behind telling me what my next to do list were for tomorrow and the next. "You have an appointment tomorrow at the library, reading a story to children who are orphaned. After that you will be the guest speaker at..." he was talking and I tunes out his voice.

Morgan

I just got off the phone that I bought a while ago with Kayla "scheduling a meeting" like she calls it about hanging out if she ever has time again for me. Anyways, I forgot where the hell I left my phone. My clumsy ass forgets and misplaces things all the time now.

What a friend she is and I really thought she was just joking about pursuing something relating to Politics and we were taking shots that time but she actually did it. I've never been more proud of her.

Despite having a politician friend, I still don't know how it works. No matter how many times she explains, the information just slips out on the other side of my ear.

I was finished with my classes for the day and dismissed them, ditching faculty meeting when Rianna called. I've never known what she or her husband does really, they seem so secretive and formal that it was really weird, not a bad weird but just weird.

She called me for dinner and I was now dressed to meet her. Rianna was my father's older sister yet I rarely see her. All my life I've only met her atleast four times and it was usually during the holidays. I don't even know if she has kids or something.

I was dressed in the dress that I had I got from Kayla with my hair tied to the side.

Rianna sent me a message later on that she was on her way to pick me up and I applied simple make up and got out from thw house when a car honked for me. I made sure to lock the door on my way out.

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"How are you doing Morgan?" My aunt asked me after we ordered for our food. She looked really good in her dress, not too casual but screamed elegance. Rianna was a female replica of my father. They could almost be twins if not for their ten year age gap.

"I'm doing very well aunt Ri," I replied. Although we weren't close she insisted I call her aunt Ri.

"Are you doing alright teaching?"

"Yes, I'm quite enjoying teaching the kids," I lied.

"You're not really good at lying dear," she smirked, taking a sip of her wine and I mirrored what she did after giving a sly smile.

"Fine, they suck and I suck," I laughed.

Our order arrived later on and we continued our conversation. There must be an important reason why she's here...to meet me. This would be the fifth time I'd seen her and that speaks volume how she manages her time.

"Did you need something from me aunt Ri?" I initiated and she nodded, looking suddenly more serious. I'm sure I haven't done anything illegal with the students or something for her to see me.

The only time I did something wrong was when I saw her for the second time. It was my father's birthday and she showed herself. I think I was nine or ten so anyways I had a strong dislike with people who were strangers in the house. It was a kid thing.

I got my father's screwdriver that he hid not very well in the garage and scratched her expensive looking car. I told her that I saw a chicken did it and disappeared. Maybe today was the day that her car will get justice. With my teacher's salary I couldn't afford paying it. My family is well off but I wanted to be indepedent and they respected it unless I was really broke and wanted to buy my current car. It's okay to ask help sometimes but not all the time of course.

Actually two times I did her wrong. The other time was when I was thirteen and we visited her home. I roamed around and stumbled on her bedroom. A painting was covered with a cloth and I removed it and saw a boy holding a pipe. I found it boring and drew curly white smokey lines from the pipe he was holding.

I found out that it was the Garçon à la pipe painting when I grew older and I swear maybe I was the reason why we rarely see each other. It was maybe the guilt for the things I did to her that I avoided to meet her at all cost.

"Yes actually. I want you to meet someone."

"Who? What for?"

"A daughter of a long time friend of mine. She wants her daughter to marry as soon as possible and-"

"Wait wait wait. What? You want me to marry someone I don't know? And what the hell? Why do you think I'd even want a woman?"

"I'm your aunt, Morgan. I know eveything about you although we rarely see each other. Trust me when I say I adore you like my own."

My forehead creased, confused at what she said that she knew I prefer women or because she adored me or she's marrying me off to someone I don't know.

"I just want you to meet her, that's all. If you don't like what you see then it's okay. And if you marry her it's a win-win situation," she scoffed playfully.

"What do you mean?"

"She's filthy rich and you need money to pay for that scratch you did on my car and of course the painting done by Picasso."