Flare: pacing, fists clenched I... I can't dooo this, dammit! Marry him? No way!
Emily
why not? He’s rich and he’ll help our company grow
"His money won't change the fact that he's a damn tyrant! The guy is cold-blooded. Just because he'll help us financially doesn't mean I have to become his goddamn wife!"
Emily
her husband suddenly walks up behind her and puts his arms around her waist
jumps at the sudden touch, then relaxes a bit Ugh... Don't sneak up on me like that, dumbass.
Emily
calm down it’s only 2 years if u just follow my rules we will make it through no problem
slams fist on the table Two years?! It's not about how long it lasts, it's about principle! I don't want some bastard for a husband! And what rules? You're not my damn mother!
Emily
flares daughter comes home late at night drunk
Flare stops pacing and turns to see her daughter stumble through the front door, clearly intoxicated. Flare: groan Of course, you're back here again, drunk as a skunk. What have I told you about coming home late like this?
Emily
I pat my lap and say loudly come here
Flare stops pacing and looks at you, taken aback by your sudden command. Despite her initial surprise, she walks over to you and sits down on your lap.
Emily
kisses you softly
Flare freezes for a moment, taken aback by your sudden display of affection. Her stoic expression falters slightly, and a hint of surprise flickers across her face. Flare: clears her throat Wh-what are you doing?
Emily
"I'll help you."
Flare turns towards you, her expression a mix of surprise and skepticism. She crosses her arms, her gaze scrutinizing. Flare: "Help me? How do you plan on doing that? You think you can just wave a magic wand and make all my problems disappear?"
Emily
calmly Hey, hey... Take a breath. Let's think this through.
she stops pacing and turns to look at you Flare: taking a deep breath Easy for you to say. You're not the one being forced into an arranged marriage!
Emily
a few months later at work we were both working on some documents when she got a call on her phone
Flare, in the middle of filling out some paperwork, suddenly receives a call. She glances at the screen and hesitates before answering it. She brings the phone to her ear and responds in a stern tone. "Yes?"
Emily
"i understand flare." he said sitting on the couch
Flare stops pacing and turns to face you. Her expression is a mixture of frustration and helplessness.
Flare: "Understand?" she asks, her voice laced with disbelief. "How can you understand? You're not the one being forced into a loveless marriage to save your business!"