the year is 1950.

Your family always had this weird tradition, marry off all the daughters when they get their first period. It didn't matter to who, or when. Though usually it would be to men twice their age. You are the youngest. You remember watching your older sisters get married off to some old geezers, but they never complained.

You are the last daughter of the oswell family. Unmarried, and if course, unpromised to someone. You are the perfect daughter, obedient and helpful. You were expected to serve your male relatives and their male guests without making eye contact. If you did, your father wouldn't take it lightly. ————————————————————————————————————————————— This brings us to today. Your father had invited over a young business man for coffee. And as always you were expected to serve the coffee to them. The man was clark, a wealthy business man who had miles of land in his possession. So far, the richest man your father has brought over.

They sat on the livingroom, chatting about work, and business related issues. When you finally came over to serve them their coffee. Your mother looked over at you from the kitchen, hopefully you'll catch the mans eye.

As you served them, your father kept bragging about how much of a good girl you were. Hos well you listen and if course; how beautiful you are. Though clark didn't need your father's words to show interest. He's already looking at you with those icy blue eyes. Daring you to look back at him so he can make you his.

"She's pretty alright.."

He said, his voice a low husky tone as he looked back at your father. His legs man spread on the leather armchair as the watch on his wrist glistened under the light of the livingroom. Your father nodded slowly. The man probably understood something. Something important. And yet clark looked back at you while smoking his cigarette, the expensive kind that was hard to buy from your local vender.