Posted by: DIYwriting | April 24, 2022

Freedom

“It’s my last night of freedom,” I said to myself.  Then I said it out loud.  To my friends.  I knew they didn’t have any idea as to what I was talking about.  They didn’t know what I knew.  The next day I was supposed to marry New York’s newest millionaire.  I knew the life I lived and loved was over.   I still was unsure on whether or not I was making the right decision. 

Would Luke let me continue with my art?  Continue with my education?  All I wanted to do was to better myself and help those around me.  My friends kept telling me I never had to worry ever again, but I wasn’t so sure.  I was worried about losing myself when I got married.  That he would want me to bow down to everything he said and everything he wanted. 

“Last night of freedom?” Chloe practically yelled.  “You won’t have to work ever again.  You are free to do whatever you want from now on.  Sounds like freedom to me.” 

Chloe never understood.  She wanted the easiest life with the most parties. I was on the edge of getting her to walk down the aisle.  I just had to disappear. My first needed to get my passport out of his office without Chloe noticing. If I could get it and get out of town, Luke would never notice it was Chloe walking down the aisle and not me. He never could tell us apart anyway. 


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