I ran out from my mansion to the unused gazebo in the garden as usual whenever I wanted to be alone. Only a few people know this gazebo exists, because it looks really hidden with the wild climbing plants covering the gazebo. I sit there, with my tears flowing down. I can't believe it, my father really forcefully matches me for a political family marriage, without my permission. I still am not ready for that, and I just reached 18 this month... I don't want to get married yet... Especially with my personality who's so shy to others...