As the sun starts to set down and the countless streak of darkness seemed to paint the sky, a woman can be seen driving her car at full speed. Zigzagging through sheer amounts of vehicles obstructing her way without regard for safety.

The roaring of the police siren behind appeared to not bother her rather it gave more excitement and thrill as she hit the accelerator to speed up. She was grinning ear to ear as she read the odometer indicating she's at the speed of a hundred miles per hour.

A sudden phone call ringed beside her and although she was aggravated with the abrupt caller, she picked her phone, never leaving her eyes on the road, and proceeded to swipe the answer button.

"Beatrice, where are you?" She was greeted by the voice of her furious mom and a feeling of dread and regret washed over her.

"What now Mom? I'm driving." She steered as she came upon a curve on the road and her grin widened as the distance between her and the police were getting farther.

"Beatrice? Why can I hear a police siren over there? You goddamn child, what have you done again?" She internally rolled her eyes.

'Shouldn't they be used to this already?

I'm known for being a delinquent and someone who frequents the jail. Although, my parents would usually bail me out hours later and try to cover up the news. But come on, I'm a walking catastrophe, they should know my antics already' She thought to herself and returned her focus back to the road.

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"Beatrice. You need to come home now." Her mother ordered in a demanding tone with a hint of anger. She was trying to sound intimidating in hopes that a miracle would appear from up above and make her daughter listen.

But of course, they all knew it would take more than that, to make her come home. She was stubborn and difficult to handle, not even her parents nor anyone could keep her at bay.

"Mom, I'm quite busy now. Just talk to you later" Her tone was apologetic but they knew she never meant it.

There was a long pause on the other end and Beatrice was about to end the phone call.

"Bea, we need to talk. Please, come home" Her mother uttered in a gentle yet soothing voice but Beatrice knew something's up. Her mother never called her with her nickname 'Bea' until there was something wrong.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Her voice was urging to make her mother spill everything but uneasiness began to waft all over her body.

"I'm sorry Bea... We tried our best but.." She furrowed her brows as she was waiting patiently for her mother to finish. The thumping of her heartbeat seemed to pick its pace and worry was etched across her face.

"You're getting married." She instantly stepped on the brakes, lunging her body forward and she felt a numbing pain on her head.

"What!?" She shouted back at the phone, completely confused and stupefied with what her mother just said.

"That's just a joke right?" Beatrice was now in her panic-mode as she tried to process the information that her mother just dumped on her. She knew her mother was never the type to joke around, she was always serious and stoic.

But deep inside her, she was wishing deliberately that for once, her mother told a joke.

"It's not a joke Beatrice. You're getting married"