There were many words one could use to describe Lyn Foster right now, pissed, enraged, and close to homicidal were just some of the few. She was- as anyone who knew her would have guessed- very against the idea of an arranged marriage. To her it was the ultimate betrayal the worst thing her parents could have done. It was an attack on her freedom and independence and if it was up to her she would burn this mansion down before the week was up. She growled staring out the window of her family’s limo watching as the scenery whipped by. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t just made a run for it when her parents had told her of this mid-evil agreement. She had traveled all the way back from a beach in Venice because they had made it sound as if something terrible had happened and what does she get? ‘Oh sweetie, we have something very important to tell you.’ Her mother’s overly sweetened voice rang her mind like liquid sugar. Something important alright. They had to tell her that her life was ending, no that she had never really had a life to begin with; it had all been a game to them. Sure we'll let her have her little rock and roll care free life style, since we already sold her body what would it matter. Raising her combat boot clad foot she slammed into the seat in front of her, the window dividing the driver’s seat and the back of the car rolled down.

“Miss Foster please, it’s not the cars fault.” The stern voice of the elderly driver growled back at the upset youth. Mr. Ross had been the family driver as long as Jacquelyn could remember and she had seen him as part of the family. At the moment though she wanted him to shut the hell up and let her stew. Sure she had agreed to this 18th century slave trade but it didn’t mean that she had to be happy about it. “Ross they SOLD me! I got traded off for advancement to company.” Crossing her arms over her chest she fully realized that she was acting childish but if she was going to be treated like a child then she would act as childish as she liked. From the front window she saw that they were fast approaching the mansion. It looked like every other stuck-up rich mofo’s house. “Great, like summer camp for snobs.” Mr. Ross rolled his eyes and turned around to face the road again. He also didn’t approve of what his employers had decided to do with their only daughter. When the young Foster girl was happy she was pleasant to be around and if one over looked her odd dress and the way she acted she wasn’t too bad. When she was angry though she could be very… destructive and creative neither of which would fare well since the children would be left to their own devices. Pushing these thoughts from his head he pulled up in front of the house. “Most of your things from the main house have already been brought over and placed in your room. Your parents have asked me to warn you that you are to be on your best behavior and that you are no longer a child so act like it.” He watched as the 19 year old blond throw the duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbed the cat carrier that Lockheed had sat in since they left the airport. She stuck her tongue out at the retreating limo.

Jacquelyn stood outside staring at the door. She had worn her favorite chill out outfit to try and make herself feel better. Her jeans were torn in random places and her tank top hugged her in all the right spots, it had the watchman smiley face on it. She pushed the door open to the mansion and gave it a once over. ‘A high class matchmaking hell.’ She turned to face the others in the room. “Yo.” She gave a two finger salute.