You know that little voice inside your head that warns you about the wrongs you're doing in your life?

Yeah, i don't have that.

Because if I have had got it? I won't be standing on the edge of the luxurious glass window of this hotel room, on my 4 inches tall jimmy choos, attempting to escape from the wonderful situationship nobody but yours truly bring upon herself.

Ever heard of Cinderella?

That did be me, actually. I would be happy to assist you if you are willing to disregard my Spanish heritage, olive complexion, mild visual impairment and also, my-still-very-much-alive father.

Actually, just replace the evil aunt with him. The shoe will fit just fine.

Locked up in a tower, isolated from the world, lived a princess in the care of her vicious cousin.

Yes, Cousin. Not plural.

Just one goddam cousin.

The same one that lay barely conscious on the luxuriousness of her million-dollar coach that was stained with her daily glass of lemon wadarr.

Not my fault that dear cousin had never gotten the taste of a little coke brownie...before.

Before, yours truly had step in and made that amazing thing early in the morning for the unconscious sweetheart right there.

Told ya, that sweet tooth of yours is gonna be the death of you one day, little cousin.

Alas, if only I was that fortunate.

The game plan was to drug dearest cousin and to get the fuck out of here. But guess what fucking happened instead? This girl who bodyguards aka owns this place i.e the one who had that stupid keycard of this hellhole of penthouse, somehow manage to flush down that thing in the toilet before the drug kicked in.

Bitch.

The winds pick up theirs pace, gray clouds encircles the sun while I still stay rooted at my spot. With my master plan miserably failing, my rational side long gone, I glance down at the sea of people who appear like mere ants from the fiftieth floor of this massive building.

I wondered if I actually decided to took a jumpy jump from here, would I be somehow manage to land on my father and use him to break my fall?
Or the best, what if I just land on the dude with a black academic robe and a stole on, the wedding pastor?

My wedding pastor.

The pastor who was here for my wedding.

My. I thought, a little dazed. My wedding. Mine.

I throw a glance back at Ravenna Marilyn Rodriguez, my cousin, in her deep blue V-shape waist yoga pants and a one shoulder matching bra. She had finally managed to fall asleep, a rare relaxed look on her face made me wonder if there was any wrong she had done in her life. The answer being an obvious no.

Unlike you. A voice chirped inside my head.

Even at almost twenty six, Ravenna's features remain as youth as they were back when we were kids. Model. Businesswoman. Singer. Successful. Beautiful.

Everything I wasn't. Now that I know we won't be seeing each other for a while, I wondered if I owed her an apology for all the times I used to sneak inside her room as a kid, just to sit on her bed and say, "Ouija worked. I can feel their stare," while staring into space to freak her out.

Or may be an apology to my father when I accidentally dropped his tooth brush in the toilet and he brushed his teeth with it later because I was too scared to tell him?

Or what about when Mr. Dawg tried eating my grandmother's expensive fake teeth set and she put it on because we didn't tell her, too sacred she would sell Mr. Dawg to the demons as she said she would?

And what about the time I tried manipulating---

"Reannon Estrella Rodriguez!"

Startled, I lost my footing, the lace of wedding grown I had on got entangled with my heels as a shriek filled with terror ripped through my throat.

"tu estúpido cerdo, get back here!"
[Spanish: you stupid pig]

I'd barely managed to get a hold of the window handle and before I actually fall off the roof with my brains spilled out on the ground with everything attending the wedding to see, a strong grip on my veil pulled... hard.

"Ouch." My ass land with a thud. Pain shooked my spine as I eye contact with neat lilac colored manicured toenails.

Fuck.

Flickering my graze up, yours truly came face to face with none other than devil herself.

Shit.

Roana Rodriguez.

In her late sixties, the current head of the Rodriguez Empire - you'd think with her pretty toenails not very far from the grave, my grandmother's beauty and clever tactics would dim down over the passing years.
But no, this lady was the true devil in disguise.

Here goes my phenomenal game plan.

Embarrassed and defeated I stood up, ignoring my visible sprained ankle. What a good fucking day.

Heels clicked on the floor.

"This girl is... out." My grandma said this nonchalantly, as if seeing a drugged-up granddaughter were a normal occurrence for her.

"Don't worry, she'll be up before the wedding." I limped across the room, removing those evil heels for good.

"What wedding?"

I froze before forcing my shoulders to remain relaxed at that innuendo. Our signature familys' eyes meet for seconds before I look away.

"It was not a suicide attempt," I filled in the silence, adding "...by the way."

"Right," Upon hearing the clinking of cutlery, I observed the elderly woman consuming the brownie that had been laced with a sedative. Her actions were devoid of any acknowledgment of the recent events that had transpired mere minutes prior. "Makes sense."

"It's true, I was just trying to..."I grow defensive at her unserious tone,"trying to..."

What? Attempting to somehow descend the drainage pipe to the floor below while wearing a heavy gown? Or Perhaps I could try to frighten the people in the room, but I am not certain what the purpose of that would be?

Fuck.

Emerald eyes, piercing and full of mockery, meet mine. I lowered mine, beyond mortified.

That did it for her.

"It was you. You said you liked that english boy." Her accent thickened and I knew I was fucked,"Claimed that you loved him just months ago. So what changed now."

"You wouldn't understand." I mumbled at her demand.

"What was that?" She sat a little more straighter, voice more sterned."Raise head, chin up. Now look me in the eye."

I comply with the instructions given..

"Sí, now say what's the matter, mi amor?"

"The situation is rather... intricate."

"Let me guess, he cheated on you?" She throws.

I gently shook my head in disagreement.

"Got another family of his own with his mistress?"

"I already told you, he doesn't have one."

"Wait, Did you cheated on him?" She accused, more than ready to woop my ass.

"What? No." I was many things but a cheater.

Roana nods, slowly. "Then He has no desire to have children, is that correct?"

"We are too young for that."

"Darling, I don't know how you remember from your health class but you might be a little too old for kids in like...two to three years." She sassed like a true health instructor.

I stare at her blankly.

She ignores me,"Anyways, so is he like...what is it you young people say?"

"A red flag?" I have been patiently teaching her this word for quite some time.

"Well, is he?" Grandma dearest had the audacity to smirk, while adding "The red flag be heart-shaped through."

I snorted like a classy lady I was while trying to find some socks before deciding to pull off the ones sleepy Raven had on her feets.

"What? He's pretty charming, let's not lie here." She side eyes me and laughs, "Curly hairs, honey eyes."

A long-forgotten memory surfaced in my mind as she spoke, causing a tightening sensation in my chest. I ignored it and hastily put on my cousins new pair of nikes that I have been eyeing for awhile now.

"Funny, how you have decided to finally sing you praises for my choice when I least want them, Abue." Tying my laces, I stood up.

Roana Rodriguez, follows suit. Her demeanor sober up, the jokes have fallen short because this was serious. I was serious. She realised that too.

"There is only so much a helpless, fragile, old grandma like me can do, mi Querida." However, giving her last try, she finish the theatrics with a hand on her heart.

HelpLESS. Fragile. Old. Roana Rodriguez.

Joke of the day people.

"Glad you find humour in my misery, grandma." Was my dry response.

"Not exactly a misery if you can," She argues, rather unsure for her being. "... Still very much avoid it."

I Observe her as she flourishes in her path, even if it appear to be a state of blissful ignorance. Perhaps it is for the best that she perceives my cautious approach as mere indecisiveness.

"Its not too late for a change of heart, Reannon. You can find another way after the marriage. You know he is going to go ballistic."

Or not.

"And you are aware that this matter extends beyond just him. It is not solely about him." I stated, having lost control over the tone of my voice."It involves you, papa, me, even Raven... everyone. So please... I beg, abuela. Help me. Just this once."

I begged, because I think I am giving up on all the promises I have made. Waves of nausea hits me like truck and suddenly I was seating on the coffee table. Too tired of trying to the right thing whilst doing all the wrongs.

A deafening silence fall between us.

Clank.

"Here." Something fell on coffee table besides me. A nonchalant voice filled in."I got it with me. In case, I wouldn't be able to change your mind."

I cast a wary eye back at my grandmother, questioning her intentions before examining the gym bag next to me. What was this ploy, this time?

Still not sure, I unzipped the bag and gasped when I see whatnot inside it. Clothes, accessories, toiletries, money, my credit cards, my phone. Recognizing that it was everything that was taken from me weeks ago and was also everything one might require to...escape.

"The word 'Elope' would be more fitting, mi cara."

A lighthearted chuckle escaped from deep within me as I retrieved the sole item I had been sorely missing during my somewhat obligatory stay at Raven's residence. Sir Adolf Red.

My laptop.

I ran and ran until I almost choke the old hag aka my beautiful sneaky occassionally kind hearted grandma. "You are best. You the bester. Bestie. Bestest pretty thing out there, granny."

"Your vocabulary is worse than Manu." I hugged her, harder.

Manu was my 8 year old cousin with dyslexia and child lisps.

"I dont care. This is more than anything I have ever expected from your cold heart. You surprise me, Roana Rodriguez." I pull away, smiling cheekily at her.

Her stern gaze softened slightly in response to my remark, which I interpreted as a subtle smile.

Grandma shooks her head at my expense while hope started to bust my heart again. May be I can fix this. I rummaged the bag, just noticing the odd SpongeBob printing in it, I ignore it. May be I would be able to save us now. I just knew I had a full blown grin on my face. This was too good to be tru-

A knoch echoed the room.

I am startled by the sounds, and my horrified eyes meet the seemingly calm green eyes of my grandmother. We both know who could be at the door at this hour. Oh, how I wish her nonchalant reaction could calm the storm within me, but it does not.

It doesn't because I saw the way her hand tighten around her million dollar cane. A clear sign of distress.

Even though she was the apparent boss and he was just her son.

Even though she was very much capable to whoop his ass.

The old man was scary.

He got a temper of ticking bomb. My father was a handsome dude, but angry him? Its just ugly. Uglier. Ugliest.

He would throw a fit if he saw Ravenna passed out on the couch, me aka the bride seconds away from eloping, my grandma with a suspicious looking duffle bag.

This Cinderella is so dead now.

A/n:- Allow me to my introduction in the next chapter. Enjoy!