Windermere’s Royalty

I sat on my window, wondering if agreeing with my dad was the right choice, I mean this is a big decision. How rude of me, my name is Ariana Montez, pleased to meet you. I just got back from London a few weeks ago, and when I arrived at the airport my father dropped the biggest bomb. I was going to get married. Married! I couldn believe it, I mean Im only 18 I still have my whole life a head of me, but nonetheless I agreed, anything for my father. I reminded myself that it was only the two of us, mom left when I was 6 deciding to marry a rich man, not really believing in my fathers success, he was a struggling businessman at the time.

It took a few years to get over what my mother did it was heart wrenching to see him so broken,but nonetheless he built an empire and on multiple occasions I was offered a job, a position as CEO or CFO, but I refused to be spoon fed.

My name is Ariana Marie Claire Montez. Its a long name I know, but with my Spanish history, it was normal to have such a long ass name. All this internal monologue is making me hungry.

As I was saying, my father is very wealthy man, he has power, power some of you could only dream of. But I felt that all that wealth and power was his, not ours, he had worked his ass off to get to where he was today, to have the power, the influence, the fear. So I went out and made a name for myself I had a passion for interior and exterior designing, so I took out loan, started a small company and turned it into an empire.

I had managed to become one of the best in the business, getting hired in almost every part of the world. I had expanded my business and had made my parents proud or rather my father. My mother left the country and I haven heard from her since, my father raised me, taught me everything I know. When it was time for highschool he sent me off to London for a better education.

There I met the most amazing people, ate the most amazing foods, partied and had fun, fun like there was no tomorrow. I returned no less then 2 months ago, promising my friends that I would visit, we FaceTimed regularly, never failing to keep in touch, but thats a story for another day.

Last month my father had announced that I would be getting married to Zayn Bradshaw, Mr and Mrs Bradshaw were more then happy to welcome me into their family. I had met the two of them last week and they were a lovely pair, always laughing and smiling their greying hair a display of their old age, but their smiles symbolised their youth, and when they talked about each other they would blush and shy away from one another as if they were 16. It was adorable really. But ** love, relationships and whatever, that had been my motto, ever since 16 it was something I lived by, but now… now I was being forced into marriage.

A knock on the door interrupted my monologuing, it was James, our butler.

”Good morning miss. ”

”Good morning James, how are you? ”

”Very well Ms. ” I nodded and he looked down at my attire.

A hoodie, pajama shorts and long socks. Don judge me.

” Are you not ready yet Ms? Your father sent me to call you to breakfast, your guests are arriving soon. ”

I sighed, I still couldn believe this was happening to me.

”Tell him Ill be down in 30? ”

”Of course Ms. ” With that he left the room and I hopped in the shower, not before turning on my speaker, plugging in my phone and jamming to some Lucas Coly.

Once I was clothed in a black tights, a grey Nike hoodie and a pair of Air Force I brushed my hair and put on some mascara.

As I walked out of my bedroom which was on the east wing of the house, I headed towards the north wing where the living room, dining room and kitchen were.

On my way there I greeted some of the house help, sharing pleasantries with a few of them. As I made my way to the dining room my phone buzzed, as I looked down it was a text from my friend Valery letting me know that she had just arrived in New York and was on her way to meet with her mother.

Valery and I go way back, we attended kindergarten together and elementary school but got seperated when she went off to Cali and I was sent of to London. Weve hung out a lot since I got back, doing what all 18 year olds do, gossip, drink, eat, watch chick flicks, and gossip some more.

I focused my attention on my father who was typing away at his phone, not even noticing me enter the room.

”Good morning dad. ”

”Morning RiBear, you
e late, as per usual. ” A nickname he gave me when I was little, he had it tattooed on his arm.

”Well dad, can look this good in ten minutes. ” I shrugged as he chuckled.

”Our guests are at the gate, are you ready? ”

I gulped, not really ready to meet the womanizer the press, ladies and businessman made him out to be. He had been in Ohio the first time I met with his parents, signing some other contract. Unfortunately there was no escaping today. When Gina one of the house help opened the door I took in a deep breath already regretting my fathers decision to marry off his only child. I trusted his judgement, but marriage? Really dad?