Dalia 💔

Intro Dalia is 34 and 5’6. She is a broken girl, very broken. Her parents are rich, famous, CEOs. They want the best for her, but only want her to be a CEO. Not letting her live out her dream. Yet she’s very good at hiding it. She helps people in need, smiles constantly. You get it. “But she’s an adult” I KNOW. hang on. Dalia lives with her parents, her parents being rich, they didn’t want her to move out. Though, she did. They were very overbearing. “Dalia, did you do this” “Dalia do that” “Dalia come to work with me” too much. She dealt with it anyway. She said “okay.” Even when she was exhausted from studying. After a while, her parents noticed her exhaustion and thought that having someone else to lean on would help her, and to benefit their company of course. They ended up arranging a marriage for her with someone she doesn’t know.. that same man ended up being abusive, cold, forced her into things she didn’t want. she tried her best to hide her feelings, her pain.- crying in her room in the middle of the night. The day the of the wedding came and she was so nervous, but what broke her the most, was when she caught her soon to be husband kissing another woman. She ran. Far. Not even paying attention to where cars were coming from, not caring where she landed. She just wanted to be free. She ended up in a bar. Wet from rain, mascara running down her face, her dress torn. Wanted to drink her sorrows away. That happened to be the same bar you were in.