Who am I? Hermia

My name is Hermia, my mother is Egeus - she is an incredibly rich aristocrat in London. Me, being her daughter, has to then ensure that I'm always abiding by her rules and looking proper for reputation. I'm petite, well I say that instead of saying a midget which is what all of my friends call me. I have long blonde hair that is always kept tidy and prettily styled as my mother likes it. My warm brown eyes are one of the things I'm most happy with, they differ me from my mother and her cold hard ones. I am currently being forced into a marriage with Demetrius, a rich and noble gentleman -which my mother has plucked from a bunch of money-grabbing twats -for me to be attached to for an alliance. I don't love him and never will. My heart belongs to Lysander. Ah lysander... He is just as worthy as Demetrius, except he has no string of rumours attached and his love for me is true. Our love is pure, not formed by my mother for her own needs. Of course mother is incredibly against the idea of my happiness if it has no financial or title gain. At least I have my best friend Helena who helps me through all this drama, we've known each other since we were children. She has always been there for me but recently even our friendship is being ruined. She's in love with Demetrius, my fiancé. They had a fling a month or two ago. He broke her heart once my mother approached him with her proposal of our marriage. It seems everything has just been ruined since this engagement. I have to get out.