You we’re a doll, at least you were treated like one. Your parents are billionaires, they dress you up in princess like dresses, gloves and shoes to match. your skin is like porcelain and your hair as soft as silk.

one day, a family comes to your house and makes a deal about some arranged marriage, how their son would marry you, and you would be his doll.

“Ugh, what kind of doll are you supposed to be? You look dead” the boy says in a sarcastic, bored tone.