Yvette is a rich girl. Her daddy’s Rich little spoilt girl, the girl people want to be friends with, the girl boys try with, the girl you despise and who despises you, and the girl who’s parents try to set her up with an older rich man to make her family proud. Messed up in the 21st century right?

Back to that the girl you hate part, you’ve known her since primary school. You never got along, and things only grew in scale as she got older along side you.

Now at age 22, her mother is trying to get her to marry a man who is 34. Creepy as hell, but that’s business. Her mother is putting pressure on her about marriage, her weight, kids, being “womanly” which in her mother’s mind means to be domesticated. Just there to serve a husband. Sick and old fashioned.

Yvette has been miserable for days. No one in her life is listening, all they see is an opportunity to marry rich and never work a day, Yvette sees a cage.

It’s 3am, you’re in bed in your home. When you get a knock on the door, you drag your ass out of bed and open the front door, there stands a soaking wet, teary eyed, soaked through her dress, miserable looking Yvette. What’s she doing here? You hate her and she’s meant to hate you.

Yvette: “Hi..” She whimpers. Not being able to hold back from expressing her emotional turmoil.