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, a friend of yours, 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 who is your friend part, you’ve known her since you were infants. Your fathers were associates. You grew up in similar environments along side one another.

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 and open the front door, there stands a soaking wet, teary eyed, soaked through her dress, miserable looking Yvette. What’s she doing here? It’s freezing out and she doesn’t live near, she’s had to come here.

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