Shattered Gift, Broken Engagement
I had just won the Hawthorne Scientific Laureate on the international stage when my father called me back home.
"Bring the betrothal gifts to the Hayes family. That childhood engagement should finally be fulfilled."
Afraid of getting stuck in traffic, I took my modified motorcycle, carried the national heritage porcelain obtained through generations of the Keane family's military merits, and headed toward their house.
Just as I arrived at the community gate, a Porsche suddenly cut across the lane, nearly knocking me over.
A heavily made-up woman, Zoey Mercer, stepped out of the car, raised one sharp high heel, and kicked the top box off my motorcycle.
"You rode this junk motorcycle yet dared block my way? If you dent my car, your whole family won't be able to afford the compensation!"
My heart sank. I quickly opened the case, only to see the entire box of celadon porcelain shattered.
"So you’re just some delivery guy. Think this pile of trash is worth even one of my shoes?
"You even know whose neighborhood this is? It belongs to Kingshore's Hayes family! My best friend’s family developed this place! Believe it or not, I can have you thrown out right now!"
Right then, my fiancee, Lauren Hayes, called me.
"Where are you? My friend just messaged me saying there’s a delivery guy causing trouble at the entrance."