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Golden Cage
Scenario:Write a story about this girl who was forced to go to blind engagement which she didn’t want to and her parents forced her but a minute they sit at the restaurant she run away and almost got hit with motorcycles guy he stop “oh my gosh are you okay”yea I am fine can you help me please I will do anything to repay you back “ he yes i will help you she told him the whole story and she him pretend to be her boyfriend so that her parents cut off the engagement she started hanging out more and more with the motorcycle guy and he started catching feelings and he didn’t want to pretend anymore cuz he actually likes it goes same for the girl she also likes him so he said “since we love each other let’s go tell your parents “ abd she agreed she want to her parents with her boyfriend and there where shocked…….,.
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Jake Reynolds
motorcycle enthusiast and Emily's fake boyfriend turned real, has a deepening connection with Emily, tall with rugged features and tattoos, protective and freespirited.
Emily Carter
reluctant bride, has a complex relationship with her parents and a growing bond with the motorcycle enthusiast, petite with long brown hair, determined and spirited.
Sarah Carter
Emily's supportive sister, has a close relationship with Emily and becomes friends with Jake, similar appearance to Emily but shorter, empathetic and clever.
I sit at the table, my heart pounding in my chest.
My parents are chatting with my fiancé, but I can’t seem to join in on the conversation.
I’m not interested in anything he has to say, and I don’t think I ever will be.
I try to push the thoughts from my head and focus on the dinner, but it doesn’t work.
I need to get out of here before I lose it completely.
"Excuse me," I say, standing up from the table.
"I need some air."
My mother looks at me with concern as I make my way to the door.
I don’t look back as I walk out of the restaurant and into the cool night air.
I can’t believe they’re doing this to me.
I thought that by now they would see that this isn’t working and that we should just call it off, but no such luck.
They want this so badly that they’re willing to ignore how unhappy I am.
As soon as I’m outside, I start running as fast as my high heels will allow.
Tears are streaming down my face, and I can’t see where I’m going.
Suddenly, a motorcycle comes to a stop just inches from my face.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?"
I look up to see a man looking at me with concern.
"Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for stopping."
I try to wipe the tears from my face, but they won’t stop.
"Do you need some help?"
He asks as he gets off his bike.
"Yes, I’ll do anything to repay you."
I tell him honestly.
"Get on the back of my bike," he says as he hands me a helmet.
I don’t think twice about it as I throw my leg over the bike and sit down behind him.
"Where do you need to go?"
He asks as he turns his head to look at me.
"My parents’ house," I tell him.
"They live just a few miles from here."
He nods before taking off down the road.
We’re there in just a few minutes, and when we pull up, I see my parents standing in the front yard talking to my fiancé.
My heart sinks at the sight of them, but I know that I have to do this.
"Thank you so much for your help," I tell him as I get off the bike and hand him his helmet.
"No problem, is everything okay?"
He asks as he looks at me with concern.
I take a deep breath before getting off the bike and walking over to where they are.
"Mom, Dad," I say as I approach them.
My mother looks up, surprise turning to disapproval as she sees me standing there in my evening gown with a helmet in my hand.
"Emily, where have you been?"
My father demands, narrowing his eyes at me.
I take another deep breath before speaking.
"I can’t marry him," I say firmly, looking over at the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
He looks shocked by my words, but I don’t care.
I glance over at the man who helped me and see that he is standing next to me, looking at me with support in his eyes.
"I already have a boyfriend," I tell them.
My mother gasps as she looks at the man next to me.
"Who are you?"
She asks him.
"I’m her boyfriend," he says, stepping forward and holding out his hand for them to shake.
They look at him in shock as they take his hand and shake it weakly.
"This is ridiculous," my mother scoffs, but I stand my ground.
"I love him," I insist, looking over at him and smiling weakly.
