"This may not feel right, but I assure you you're doing the right thing," Mr. Jonathan Wealth said to his son. Archer wealth nodded and stared through the window of his carriage ahead of the road. He wished he was returning home from the dinner. He couldn't wait for it to be over with even though it hasn't started yet, and he hasn't met the strange female he was arranged to be wedded with. He knew he will never love her for he didn't believe in love after what his mother did to him and his father. She left his father for another man after everything he had done for her, and he left him and his sibling not caring about them. He thought of her as nothing as the worst mother and the worst wife. Meeting his arranged wife, Archer thought of it as just a business meeting. He was only marrying her to bear his children that was all. He wasn't going to change his life for her so she could ruin his life just like what his mother did to his father. After they wedded, he planned to get her pregn

That night Everlee didn't leave her room. She stayed with Paris and watch her as she slept trying to be there for her the best she could. "Everlee," Paris's eyes opened still seeing her little sister wide awake. Everlee gently touched her face with a bright smile. "Did you sleep well last night?" she asked Paris with sleepy eyes. Paris nodded sadly looking at her with concern seeing how tired she was. "You don't have to worry about me I have all day to sleep," said Everlee. Paris nodded and sat up. "I'm going to wash my face and get back to my old self,” Paris said sadly walking to the bathroom Everlee sat up and watched with a broken heart hating what she had said. "Paris," Everlee called rushing from the bed and to the door of the bathroom. "Yes," Paris answered washing her face clean. "How about we go out this evening, a girl’s day out?" she told Paris. "I have work to get to," Paris answered reaching for her face towel. Everlee reached for it and placed it in her hand.

Everlee made a step backward, changing her mind, to purchase the painting from him. She now wanted to get away from him. She wished she wasn't so determined to get the painting, seeing it was the rude handsome stranger who had once offered to give her a ride. "You have no shame trying to gain my attention after your first meeting with me," the tall man in the dark suit reminded Everlee of their first meeting. One she wanted to forget. "How dear you," Everlee responded staring into his dark brown eyes. She looked around if anyone was looking at them and walked away angrily leaving the museum right away. There was no way she was going to embarrass herself in a crowded museum all because of him. She paused outside of the museum taking in a deep breath, trying to control her anger. She was soon surprised that the tall handsome stranger was following her. "How dear you follow me," Everlee cursed. "And how dear you interrupt me in the museum," the handsome stranger retorted with his at

Paris took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily ready to explain to Archer why she had run off yesterday. "If you're not interested in marrying me," I understand Archer gazed at Paris eager for her to respond to him already. "No, that's not the issue," Paris said alarmed as she looked at him. As their eyes met, she looked away from him. Archer could see she was a very shy. Too shy that made him wonder if she had ever been with any man before. "You see, the real reason why I left yesterday was because," Paris paused not completing her sentence. It was hard for her to tell him why, she felt ashamed informing him it was because of her image. The way she looks, unattractive, and that he was too good for her that's why she had to leave for she knew deep down that he would never marry her. "Of what?" Archer was eager to know. "Because I thought you'd never want me once you see me," Paris finally told him the truth squeezing her eyes closed tightly by her hard words. "Why do you think

The following morning Paris got up before anyone did and secretly went off to Malverth Street, where her arranged husband mansion was. The entire journey she was anxious to reach before anyone realized she wasn't in bed. The thought of her mom discovering she was not in her room had her biting at her nails. Finally, she had reached. She exited the carriage before the coachman could leave his seat to open her door and run to the gate. "Good morning, I'm here to see Mr. Archer," she told the security guard quickly. "Good morning, Miss," he greeted her back and walked her to the door. He knocked on the door. The same maid opened the door. "She's here to see Mr. Archer," the security guard told the maid. The maid welcomed Paris inside the home. She informed Paris to stand in the hallway while she went to inform Mr. Archer in the living room that he had a visitor. Paris waited eagerly for him while she admired some beautiful paintings in the hallway. Everlee would have loved these pain