CherryI walked down the stairs as my long red designer gown swept the floor, my Chanel red-bottom heels making clicking sounds against it. My mum, dad, and Gueneve were in the living room, and as they heard my footsteps, they all looked up. For a second, I saw the warm, proud smile on my mother’s face. My father looked content, like he was proud to have a daughter like me. And Gueneve—there was a look in her eyes; for the first time, I felt like she had always admired me.My body dazzled with jewelry—not just regular jewelry, but diamonds. They were given to me by my brother, Zayn, on my last birthday when I turned twenty.“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” my mother complimented, and my father stood up.“Are you ready?” my father asked.“Hmm,” I hummed as I made my way toward the door.“Wait,” my mother said, and I paused. I was trying so hard to avoid her, because lately she had been trying to communicate with me. I saw the effort, but it was too late. When I needed her, she wasn’t
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