Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

But life has a way of proving us wrong, and now here I am, standing in front of a stranger who has just asked me to marry him. "Wait..what?" I blinked continuously trying to process his words. "I want you to marry me Vivian" He repeated,his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me quiver "Now you're definitely crazy" I burst into another round of laughter ""I want you to marry me for a year and in return, I'll find your art career. I'll give you everything you need to succeed -studio space,materials, connection, everything He said,his voice calm and collected.

Yes to the schools. Yes to the men I must impress. Yes, when all I wanted to say was no. To have no control over any part of my life. My schedule, my friends, what I eat. It's suffocating, but all I could say was… yes. It's funny. Standing here, behind these double oak doors, in a gown that sparkles like something out of a fairytale, I should feel lucky, I should feel proud… I should feel happy. But all I feel is hollow. Like I am watching someone else's life unfold and I'm just a guest.

Nothing I said mattered. "Dad, if you want to tell me I'm in the wrong, go right ahead. However, if you want me to write off this 400,000 dollars as a gift to Uncle Liam, you don't need to say another word. I made this money by standing in front of a crusher for two long years. "I watched my fingers blister, heal, and blister all over again. It didn't just fall from the sky." Having said my piece, I braced myself for the inevitable torrent of lecture to rain down on me.