I'm jealous

I finished bathing and walked outside my

room,I opened my wardrobe. We

billionaires just have to wear a suit all the

time, even on Christmas Eve,but I have

decided this year will be different. I go

through my clothes and took out a blue tank

top and a pair of jeans.

I finished wearing my clothes and put on

my Rolex wristwatch.

I walked out of my room, and shut the door behind me. What does my dad want to talk about again? I am already angry as it is.

Mr. Carlo opened the door of his room for me and I walked in. He was standing at the window with his hand crossed behind his back.He has a bald head and a strong aura around him.

"Dad I am here," I said, announcing my presence. He turned to look at me and a smile curved on his face, why is he smiling like that? I bet he has something up his sleeves.

"Have a seat, my son." He said, with his

deep voice, pointing to a big executive chair

in his room.

"I'm not here to sit dad, dad. Tell me what

you want." I declared, with my head held

high.

"The thing is, Kezandra's parents called this morning, and they want you guys to have a Christmas wedding." He stated.

"What!!" I asked with my mouth hanging

loosely.

"You heard me right, a Christmas wedding." He repeated it. And I screwed up my face.

"You already got me engaged to Kezandra, against my will, and now you want me to get married to her, and tomorrow," I said, with my eyebrows slightly raised.

"The sooner you settle down, the better." He

stated.

"I don't think this marriage will work, dad, l

can't get married to that plastic thing," 1

stated

"How dare you call Kezandra a plastic thing,You

will get married to her tomorrow and that's

final." He stated backing me. I open my mouth to say something, but l don't have the strength to argue. He has ruined my mood on Christmas Eve,and a Christmas wedding? Gosh!

I angrily stomped out of the room and

slammed the door, and Mr Carlo looked at

me,frightened.

"Go get my car, I need to go out and clear

my head," I stated, and he ran away quickly.

I shoved my hand in my pocket and walked

down the stairs.

I walked into the living room, which was decorated with twinkly lights and gifts that were not there the night before, and the warm-toned twinkly lights on a tree in the

middle of the house, hung stockings on the mantle, and set out figurines of reindeer and Santa. My mum and my younger brother, Luke, look at me, smiling brightly

"Good morning, son." My mum greeted me,

holding a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, mum." I responded to the

greeting.

"I hope you are aware that you are getting

married tomorrow." She added,andl

nodded,

"Wow bro, I'm so jealous."Luke remarked , and I give him a hard glare. He knows how much I hate Kezandra, and he is acting like this.

Mr.Carlo ran back into the house.

"Sir, your car is ready."He announced

"Son, where are you going? You can't leave

the house, it's cold outside." She said,

approaching me with a blue scarf.

"I need to go out and clear my head,"I replied and she put the blue scarf around my neck.

"You should have worn a sweater," she

muttered.

"I am surprised, that he is wearing a tank

top," Luke added.

"Maybe not everyone likes wearing suits all the time," I replied, and walked out of the house with different bodyguards wearing black suits, running after me with Mr. Carlo. I hate it when these people follow me. It's like l don't have the right to go anywhere on my own, I can manage going out with Mr.

Carlo but not with these bodyguards.

They strive to go enter their cars.

"You guys can go, I am going alone." I

dismissed them, but Mr. Carlo refused to go

"What are you still doing here? Go!"I

declared, and he bowed slightly and walked

away.

The next day.

"It's Christmas." Christmas is my favourite

holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny

Christmas lights that decorate my street

and the sound of freshly fallen snow on the ground. Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and love we shared,and the gifts we gave to each other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy.

I woke up with a huge smile on my face, a heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the spices cooking downstairs .As soon as I got out of bed, I rushed down the stairs into the kitchen to see what my mom had prepared for us on this special day.We had a different variety of foods: turkey,stuffing,ham, and baked beans. And when the doorbell rang, I ran to open

the door.

It was my friend Gwen

"Merry Christmas." I beamed. "Merry Christmas, Cinderella, I can see you have eaten all the food without me." She whined, and I smirked.

We both walk to the couch, and my phone

rang.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Jennifer,"I muttered

"Where are you!!" she yelled at the top of her

lungs.

"Am I supposed to come to work today?"|

inquired.

"Get your ass here!" she snapped and hung

up.

"Who was that?" Gwen asked

"It's my boss. She wants me at work."

"Who goes to work on Christmas day?" she

asked with raised eyebrows.

"This girl," I said, walking to my room, and

she followed me.

My name is Cinderella Louis I am 25 years old, I have brown eyes with chestnut-brown hair and that smile a guy can kill for.When I smile, you will see dimples on my face,l am a photographer. I work for a famous

photographer, named Mrs. Jennifer. She is

strict with time; I hope she doesn't fire me.

I took a pair of jeans whose color was

already fading and a black shirt with a small

hole at the side......