Chapter 2

Ivory Evans

I put on my white spaghetti strap body-con dress and sprayed some perfume to my neck and my wrist. I put on my earrings and put on my white pumps. I checked myself on the mirror and I'm ready to go.

Apparently today my parents asked me to join them for brunch. I think they're up to something because both of them have been so weird since 2 days ago.

I walked downstairs to grab my daily intake of green juice that I bet my maid already prepared for me. I walked out from my room at the same time as my dad's. He gestured to me to follow him towards his study room and I have a weird feeling all of the sudden now.

"Is everything okay?" I asked my dad and he gestured to me to sit down.

"Today, we're going to meet my friend, Wesley, along with his family. We're arranged marriage you and their son together." I felt like my heart stopped for a moment.

"But.."

"Why though?" I asked him while I'm still trying to process the news.

"I've been waiting for that man to break up with his girlfriend and he's a really decent man for you. He's a chef and the owner of La Rogue restaurant." I can't believe that my dad legit said that he's waiting for that man to break with his girlfriend.

"Dad, I'm 23 years old. I'm young and I'm a model.. I don't need a man right now! I'm living my best life and I don't want you and mom to ruin this for me!" I hissed.

"Living your best life?" He asked me in a sarcastic tone.

"I mean.. you're rich and I'm your one and only daughter so.."

"I get that, Ivy, but you need to learn how to be independent!"

"I have a job and I'm just living my best life. What do you mean?"  I looked at my dad in disbelief.

"You're acting like a brat, Ivy. Your attitude isn't the best either!" Excuse me?

"You're being ridiculous, dad!"

"You're going to marry him, Ivy. I'm not taking a no for an answer!"

"But.." I wanted to protest but his cold eyes stopped me.

"You disappointed me a lot, Ivy. You made a scene last week too and I still can't believe you did that." I sighed and yes I did make a scene. I purposely spilled my glass of wine to my dad's friend's daughter. She's rude and annoying so I decided to spill my wine to her white dress.

"She's a-"

"Even though she's annoying, you have to be respectful. That's not how things work, Ivy!" He got up from his seat and ran his hands through his hair. I crossed my arms in front of my chest completely annoyed by this idea.

"I don't want to get married to someone that I barely know."

"You two have to get to know each other." He said as he put his hands to the back.

"I don't have any other choice." I hissed as I got up from the chair. I grabbed my bag and walked out from the room. I walked downstairs to grab my green juice.

I mean I can make the guy hates me, that's the easist thing to do. Now, I'm currently plotting a scenario in my head while I'm drinking my green juice.

"Let's go, Ivy." I turned to see my mom already downstairs. I walked to her and she raised her eyebrows.

"I can't believe you arranged marriage me with someone I barely know." I hissed.

"Don't even think about making a scene, Ivory." She warned me and I rolled my eyes.

"This is ridiculous, mom!" I said and I turned to see my dad walking downstairs towards us. He gestured us to go and I looked at the both of them completely annoyed. I got into the car and let's just see.

I mean my parents won't introduce me to some douche bags because they want me to be happy. He must be a decent man until my dad legit said that he's waiting for him to break up with his girlfriend.

Interesting..

"He's a chef?" I asked as I turned my dad and he nodded.

"Yes, he worked in Bali for 2 years before and he was the one who introduced me to Michael Sutopo. The Indonesian businessman that I told you about, darling." He turned to my mom and my mom nodded.

"I mean.. I think he's suitable for Ivy. I bet he can put Ivy back on her track." My mom said and I scoffed.

"I'm doing just fine, mom." I hissed.

"You need to stop going to clubs and get drunk most of the time. You're 23 already and you need to behave like one."

"I'm behaving like a 23, dad. I'm working and living my life."

"I need you to stop meeting someone from the club, they're not good for you and want to take advantage of you, Ivory. I don't understand why you're acting like this." My dad sighed and I looked outside the window.

"You two are too much."

"We just want the best for you." I know.

"If I don't like him, I can't walk away right?" I asked them without turning my head to them.

"Yes, but you two need to hangout first and get to know each other."

"Deal." I said because what if he's quite hot? I'm not going to pass on that.