Do you have any idea how many girls would die to marry Paris? This guy’s perfect for you. He’s loaded, and you’d be famous, you’ve always wanted to be famous and you’d even become a part of the royal family.
Ughhh, your as useless as a pen with no ink. I don’t believe you. After everything I’ve done for you. I’ve fed you, clothed you, bought you everything you’ve ever wanted, and this is how you repay me. Ugh, you stupid girl. Your going on that plane to marry him whether you like it or not, even if I have to drag you. Actually you know what I can’t even look at you, just don’t say anything, before I hit you. Ugh, remind me why we decided to have her again? You puny little hell-hated lout. I’ve spent every waking moment searching for the perfect husband, do you have any idea how many people you’ve let down? I hope your proud of yourself. You spleeny dread-bolted measle. You’re spoilt, that’s what you are. I can’t marry him, I’m too young. I’m not ready.
Well I’ll tell you what, if you don’t marry William, then I will throw you out. Disown you. And don’t say I won’t because I will. I don’t care if you stone, beg or even die in the streets, because you won’t be my daughter anyway, you won’t have anything, because everything you have is all because of me. That’s final. I won’t be changing my