Isabella woke up today feeling really angry. For some reason, her dad wanted her and her mum to go collect the bride price.

“I hate Avery so much”! She said in anger as she walked down the stairs for breakfast.

“Why is your face that way”? Her father asked as she sat down on the dining chair.

“Father, you know why”. She said with a frown.

“I am sorry, I am getting old so I don't know why you're annoyed.” Isabella's father, Harold said.

“Father,” Isabella began. “Why do we have to be the ones going to collect the bride price?" she asked. “We have servants that are probably lazing...