"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm fifteen, Chance. I haven't even finished school, but you want to ship me off to be married to some older man?" "You're not being shipped off, Chosyn. Why do you always have to make everything seem worse than it truly is? You're going to live at Hidden Hills on the Mancinelli compound, and you wouldn't marry until you become of age." "Oh wow," I sarcastically shot. "As if that's any better."
