My Heart only Beats for You

"Then, who is he?" asked Preslie.

Yesseca licked her dry lips. "You'd better prepare yourself."

Preslie placed her hands on her chest and replied, "Yesseca, when I came here yesterday, I noticed how luxurious everything was. I was curious. Is he some kind of high ranking official in Nashaland?" Yesseca shook her head and said, "He is the president of Nashaland,"

Thud!

Preslie fell onto the floor.

Yesseca was shocked.

She quickly helped Preslie to her feet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Preslie, get up."

Preslie felt as though all her energy had been drained. She could only get up because Yesseca helped her.

Her mind was a mess.

Everything was a mess.

She thought Tremaine was a high ranking official, but she did not expect him to be the president of Nashaland.

The president!

What could this mean?

That meant that he would have been a king in ancient times.

Preslie shivered.

She remembered the last time she rushed at Tremaine with a mop....

Preslie held onto Yesseca. She sounded worried, "Yesseca, I ran at him with a mop. Will he kill me? Will he throw me in jail?"

Preslie was too flustered and nervous to form a coherent sentence, but Yesseca understood what she meant.

She comforted Preslie immediately, "Don't worry, he didn't take it to heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arranged a job for you here. Don't think too much about it," Preslie stood there in silence.

With the help of Yesseca's reassurance, Preslie calmed down. She was starting to believe that Tremaine may not hold the past against her.

heart was

would have thought she would come in contact with a president, let alone

at Yesseca again. She looked at her from head to toe, as if her gaze

Yesseca was scared.

"Preslie, what's

seriousness, "Yesseca, you've been chosen by the president. You're a woman chosen by God. And I'm friends with you. That means God has treated me well," She always felt like God was unfair to her, but for once she could

The president's woman!

commoner, was friends with

had the

best friend of the president's

that instance, her heart

not

was rendered completely

chosen

stop exaggerating,"

Preslie raised her voice. "Yesseca, do you know how much power he has? How many people love and

Yesseca became more and more baffled with each

eyes were almost glowing. "Yesseca, this means that you're the first

last sentence was much louder. It was as though

stunned when she

something to her before he left in the morning, and he said he would

Yesseca clenched her fists.

An explanation about what?

he want to marry her? Would she

dare

what would

she be

mind was in a

talking. I'm taking you shopping today. If

held Yesseca's hand and said, "Come, let's go shopping. I'm so excited. Let's go shopping in Nashaland

some reason, when Yesseca heard the

said, "Enough.

your wedding day. He's the president of a country. He could not have done that ona whim! He

magical feeling bloomed inside of