The sound of guests cheering filled the room, what did they ever know, blinded by the surface, never understanding what lingered beneath.I looked up to see her, faking her smile like her life depended on it.She was too timid to be true, a victim that was forged out of obligations. Our obligations.I didn’t plan to marry her, I wanted her sister.But fate had a way of intervening and the story checks out.Her bouquet was wrapped back after the wedding play.And we waved goodbye as we entered the black decorated SUV, made especially for our newly wedded affairs.The cameras clicked,paparazzi lashed their lights, waiting for a mistake.But that won’t happen, so I quickly opened the door for her in the backseat, entertaining their lovely wedded act.She entered, traces of her lace sweeping gently into the car.And at that I took a bow at them, and they all took their final sight at us.We were fast driven in the car, silence reigned and none of us could break the air between us.I could
I stood there, the heaviness of my veil weighed down on me, like it was reminding me, clarifying that I was indeed the substituteThe lace scratched over my skin, suffocating as though it knew it didn’t belong to me. That I wasn’t supposed to wear it.The gown wasn’t mine, and this day, thus cursed day was never meant for me.Mother’s sharp voice rang in my ears, reminding me of the title I held and not to screw it up.Not to screw my family’s business in the mud, because my behavior at this weapon would determine my fathers business future.“Smile.. you’ve always kept a borny face; not today”she said, but how could I smile ?How could I laugh and let my cheekbones betray me?when I know the void that is feeling inside of me.Sure they would be happy, but me… no one really knew what I wanted.“Stop fidgeting, when the doors open, you smile, do you hear me?” She ordered again.The repetition of laughter I had to carry.Smile?, when my sister had run off and left me to pick pieces of h
I stood there feeling empty,I knew he felt nothing for me but how it hurt badly was on another volume.It was all because I wasn’t good enough,my sister “Katherine”had all the beauty,all the brains,all the curves,I was only her shadow… only her unexpected creation.No wonder boys I’ve ever liked only seemed interest in me to get to her.SighI let out a deep heavy breath as I counted my chest to make the pain subside. My throat felt sore from screaming silently and before I could ache some more.Mia saw me devastated in the hall corridor.“What happened Olivia?”She asked with a look or worry and disbelief.“He.. he doesn’t like… me”I said, pouncing on every word,split like a fire setting rain.“Then how on earth did he agree to wed you already?”My heart sank into an epilepsy.What?.. How?… Wasn't he like the one who just gave me the worst rejection of my life ?Thoughts spiraled in my mind. It didn’t make sense,none of it did.“Are you sure of what you’re saying Mia?”I asked and she
Something was odd but I couldn’t pinpoint it ,the air was filled with a spring of disappointment and I could sense the coming trail that would await.“Where is Katherine”I asked one of the event manager.Ofcourse they wouldn’t know,how would they,their job was just to decorate and get paid ... .well with free food.I had kept walking through the halls till I stumbled on my family doors,I heard arguments chirping in,from Olivia back to her mother before I finally heard my fathers ruthless voice.I had heard it all,and I refuse to let that happen,never to her.“Whatever plans you have in mind Father,call it till zero”I barged in…speaking without fear to my dad.To him he was the emperor,filled with wrath,I was nothing like him…but I could borrow some characters when needed.To me,he was just a spoiled parent ... .Yes, that was the right word to use for someone who would use their children just to gain a business collaboration.Like we were some scale that marked his profit and loss.“You
Today was the wedding, and Kathrine was nowhere to be seen."Your sister isn't answering any of her calls," my father says, eyes filled with worry as he dialed Kathrine's number for what seemed the hundredth time."The wedding is about to start. Where could she possibly be?" my mother asks, her voice filled with concern. She paces from one end of the room to the other while my father dials my sister's number again. Just like the others, it goes straight to voice mail. This was bad, this was really bad. Hundreds of people were already out there waiting for the bride to show up; how were my parents supposed to go out there and tell them the bride was a no-show?"Maybe she's stuck in traffic," I offer, but even I don't believe my words. The door of the dressing room swings open, and in walked Xavier's father, shit, he did not look happy. Standing at a height of 6'1, Adrian Sinclair stood in the middle of the dressing room, his gaze intimidating as they fixated on my parents. "Where is y
My parents' home looked like something that crawled out of an Elle Décor Magazine. The living room had several pieces of furniture, including a large white sofa which sat at the center of it all and in front of it a large marble coffee table. On the other side of the room was a glass case showcasing my father's priced book collections, and next to it was my father's favorite painting of a majestic horse."Your skin looks dry," my mother examined with critical eyes. She stood across from me, her own skin glowing with a milky opalescent that almost seemed too fake. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, and her eyes did little to hide the disapproval she felt."Have you been attending your monthly facial?" she asks, her eyes lingering on my neck."Yes, Mother," I reply, forcing a smile."Good. You're not getting any younger, you know; it's good that you make an effort to maintain your youth." Ever since Kathrine's engagement to Xavier, my mother has made it a habit to constantly remi