Sitting at the very end of a lengthy dinning room table, had never felt so awkward in all her life. Even though Arianna was in a huge room filled with gorgeous, filthy rich people she felt incredibly small. The master of the house hadn’t made things easier on her since he had been eyeing her all night. It was a look that spoke louder than words. Those words would be like ‘I can’t wait to get you alone so I can have my way with you’ or something along those lines. He was an attractive man, he had money and obviously power but nothing about him caused a stir in her. Finally when the dreaded time for all the guests to bid farewell had come Arianna managed to escape the hall and was dashing down a dimly lit hallway somewhere along the bottom floor. When everyone was leaving she caught a few gentlemen talking about the lord of the house and what she heard made her fear of him grow even stronger. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she began running but to her body it felt like hours. Arianna released a loud and lengthy sigh as she stopped her mad dash and leaned back to rest against the wall. She had to have been crazy to walk into this nightmare so blindly. On one hand she was grateful for the fact she had a second chance at life and on the other hand she felt horrible because of what kind of man her father had become but death was right. It wasn’t her fault. Her father and mother made those choices while she was helpless and at the time she was all they cared about. When her mother died her father slowly began to sink into darkness, behaving like a gangster, spending money foolishly, drinking way too much, the list went on. She pretended not to see the destructive path he was heading down but the more she witnessed the deeper she drowned herself in guilt. A child at the age of ten wouldn’t have any influence on their parents besides wanting a pony for their birthday. She got every thing she ever wanted, every thing but love.