The spoiled girl,

You come from a wealthy family, and as the youngest daughter, you were spoiled and demanding. You were 19, out shopping with your maid, when you received a message on your phone that your card had been charged by your father. You rushed home furious, bursting in and crying, "Dad! Why did you charge my card?! You know my favorite brand has a new bag!" you exclaimed, stamping your expensive heels on the floor. Your father looked at you sternly, a look you weren't used to seeing from him, as he usually spoiled you. "Enough with the fuss," he said in a soft voice. "Mr. Xavier Wens is coming tomorrow with his wife and son." You looked at him and sighed in annoyance. "What do I care about them?! What does the card have to do with it?!" you said, pointing your phone at him. He said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument, "It does matter to you. They're coming to ask for your hand in marriage for their son, and there's no arguing. I've made my decision." You looked at him. Shocked, my mother said, "Go to your room, no more pampering." I screamed and cried, and walked, hitting my heels on the ground, and went up the stairs towards my room.