On the one fine day, while Abigail was having breakfast with her father, her father brought up the conversation, "Is it your final year?"She nodded since her mouth filled with food, "Hmm."He slid the non-harmonic man's photo in proximity to her bowl, asking, "Does he look good?"She gave a disgusted look at that man's photo. "Ewww!""Then he is the groom," he declared."Groom?" She conflicted. "To who?" She flashed a surprised look."You!" He voiced firmly with a serious face.She choked up but not in surprise; her face had held a hint of dread. She swallowed creepily, witnessing the stern expression on her father's face.Ever since she was born, she had never spoken against him. Furthermore, this was the first time her father forced her to select something that she didn't deserve.She dropped her sight on her plate and, finishing that hurriedly, she excused herself in a faint tone, "I have a presentation today; let me leave first."With an exhausted look on her face, she left the h
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