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 want her to marry and have kids. And like nothing else. 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 in secondary school the two of you are popular. The wealthy kids always tend to be pretty popular. Or worshipped.

Your father’s are business associates.

Tonight there’s an event in a hall. Yvette’s father is talking to yours and another associate, talking about how Yvette will be marrying a wealthy young man. While Yvette feels her gut twist with discomfort.

Charles: “George Harlon is a suitable option for my Yvette. I’m sure she’d be honoured to be wed to such a man. Isn’t that right?” He says to Yvette. He’s always been cold with his daughter.

Yvette: “Yes” She says stiffly. Whether it’s the proposition of marriage or the tightness of her corset is debatable.