Genevieve.
I stared at the mirror, trying to breathe properly even with this goddamn tight-fitting corset. I still find myself ugly. Well, that’s what I have been told for quite some time now and I’ve come to acknowledge that. I sometimes see myself as the ugly princess, the one who barged out of nowhere into a happy family life. I let out another sigh, “you can do this Eve,” I whispered to myself for what seemed like the umpteenth time tonight. No matter how many times I repeat those words, I can’t seem to have the confidence that I can do what I really want to do. My courage seems to slip through my fingers as the minute passes and I hate myself for that. I hate myself for being this weak and useless. I closed my eyes but snapped them open as my room door opened violently. I turned and forced a smile when I saw who it was. “Mother,” I called, watching as she took calculated steps towards me like I was some kind of prey. I gulped in fear, seeing her standing in front of me was taking away the last bit of courage I had. I don’t think I can do this. For a whole minute or two, Mother didn’t say anything, she stared at me with that same judgy look in her eyes. I hate when she looks at me that way, she shouldn’t make me feel more worthless than I already feel. “Why are you dressed in this?” She asked after taking her sweet time to scrutinize the dress I was putting on. I looked down at the dress I was putting on and looked back at her, I found nothing with it. “Because it's pretty mother,” I answered. She scowled, “How is this pretty Genevieve?” She asked, calling my name in a condescending manner. I hated it when she called me that, more reason why I hated my name. “Are you trying to bring to this family name by dressing like some church rat? Is that what you want Genevieve?” She asked and I shook my head. Nothing was wrong with the dress, in fact, my sister picked it out for me. She thought it would be perfect for the ‘occasion’ so I wore it. I had no idea why she was getting mad because of a dress. “Why can’t you be like your sister for once?” I winced at her words. There she goes again, comparing me with my sister. I wasn’t surprised, it has always been about her. “What on earth are you still waiting for?” She snapped, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked down in shame and defeat, there’s nothing I would do that she would like, there’s no day she wouldn’t compare me to my sister and I sometimes wonder why she did come for me. She should have let me live my life without knowing I had a family. “Yes, Mother,” as I turned to leave, the door opened and my perfect sister walked in. She as usual looked beautiful and glamorous in her dress, her hair was packed stylishly and her makeup was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. “What’s going on, mom?” She asked, closing the door behind her. Mother sighed and placed her head on her forehead, “your sister is going to be the death of me one day, I can’t believe she’s planning on wearing this to her own engagement party,” she said. My eyes went back to my sister, Dahlia and I wasn’t shocked when I saw that same condescending looking in her eyes “You look like a piece of shit in this dress Evie,” she mocked. I stared at her in shock; no scratch that I was beyond the word shock. I never expected her to act this way, not after she personally handed this dress to me for the evening. “But…you,” she cut in. “Shhh, just do as mom said and go change,” I stared at the both of them for a while before waking into the walk-in closet. I closed the door behind me tenderly but my actions after were not too tender, I was beyond mad and could hit anything in front of me. I never wanted my life to be this way, all I wanted was a simple and easy life where I’m loved. I never wanted any of these but they had to bring me back just to torture me, like it was my fault. I tried my best not to cry; crying would ruin my makeup and a ruined makeup meant more scolding from my mother. I quickly went through my wardrobe and saw a dress that I hadn’t worn for a long time since I got it sitting there. It was a straight gown that had a long slit in the front but nevertheless, it was beautiful. I stared at the dress and could remember Dahlia telling me not to wear the dress because I would look ugly in it. I cursed lowly and angrily took the dress off the rank, I took the dying corset off and quickly changed into it. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; I was looking so different from what I’d expected. The dress fit me like a second skin, gluing to my curves and the slit in the front made me look different. For the first time in my entire life, I looked sexy and felt confident about my look. After taking a deep breath, I walked out expecting to see Mother and Dahlia there but I was surprised to see him, my so-called fiancé in the room instead. My steps faltered as I got closer to him, he raised his head and looked at me when I was standing in front of him. Don’t panic Eve, don’t show any weakness today. I chanted in my head. “What are you doing here Marcus?” I asked, trying hard to make my voice sound normal. I always get this dear anytime he’s near, and he knows it. Marcus sighed and looked at me, “we have to talk,” he said. My brows raised in confusion, “about what?” I asked. “About our engagement.”Genevieve.Seeing Marcus here meant two things; it’s either he was here to make my life a living hell or he was here to go on and on about how unladylike and stupid I was, how he wouldn’t marry me if this wasn’t signs years ago.That is what Marcus is, he thinks the whole world revolves around him because his family is rich.If it was up to me I would have done everything possible to break this engagement because lately, while I’ve taken my head from cloud nine, I could see how he looked at me and treated me. He didn’t act like someone enthusiastic about the engagement and I didn’t want to end up marrying someone who didn’t care about how or what I felt but that of society. But I have no choice, he’s been the one for me since I was young, and as stupid as this sounds, I like him. “About what?” I asked, seeming more intrigued by his response.“About our engagement,” he said.I’d thought I would feel bad that he was going to talk about this; something he hasn’t done since I returned. W
Genevieve.Marcus stood in front of me, his eyes moving from Dahlia to me and then to Dahlia again who was still sitting on the floor.I don’t know when it has suddenly become comfortable for her.“What’s going on here?” He asked, bringing his gaze back to me.Dahlia sniffed and looked at him with teary eyes, “I was only trying to help her but she pushed me,” she said.She was lying, that wasn’t what happened.I wanted to scream out but I kept quiet.I have done this with her for so long now that I’ve known her tricks, she should keep on acting.“Why would you do that Genevieve?” He asked, already taking sides.“I don’t have any reason to explain to you Marcus,” I said and started walking away but he stopped me from moving.“I’m not done talking to you Genevieve,”“Look Marcus, one of us has to be downstairs with the guests, after all this is our engagement,” I tried to take my hand from his but he wouldn’t let me go.“You aren’t leaving until you tell me why you pushed your sister,”
Genevieve.The party was in full swing now since every guest had arrived; I looked around and saw my parents speaking with people of high power. I know they didn’t invite them because of this engagement, they only brought them here because they wanted to be a part of their world.This party is getting boring.I let out another sigh again, I wanted this to be done and over with.I took another glass of champagne as a different waiter walked past me, I had no idea if this was my fourth or fifth glass. The champagne was the only thing keeping me company, my said fiancé was nowhere to be found and neither was my troublesome sister.Although Dahlia acts like a bitch at times, I still love her for being my sister; even if she wasn’t truly my biological sister.I would have wanted her nearby to keep my calm, instead of me being this nervous and fidgety about the engagement.The party wasn’t much of a big deal—I was the one looking at it that way, with the loud laughter and chatters here and
Genevieve.Sometimes I think our inner thoughts are our enemies; that’s what I feel every single time I think about something. In one way or another, that thing tends to work out in the worst way possible for me.As I stood there in thought, the music was gone, the people chattering was gone, and every sentence they made was also gone. It felt like I was standing in a very dark place with my light taken from me.I don’t know what to think about or where I went wrong, that short but simple text message from Marcus to his mother was going to ruin me forever and I know it.‘I’m sorry Mother but I can’t marry Genevieve. I love someone else,’That was all the message said, he was sorry.He couldn’t marry me because he was in love with someone else, he left me for someone else.I tried to think if I had done something to offend him, maybe that’s the reason why he doesn’t want me anymore but I couldn’t think of anything.The first week I was brought back from the orphanage he was kind and lo
Genevieve.I didn’t know what to feel as I stared at my phone screen, hurt, betrayed, or backstabbed. I don’t know but I was sure that I felt hurt at the moment.In the picture Dahlia and Marcus were lying on a bed, Marcus was naked upwards, same as Dahlia. She rested her head on his chest while his arms were around her waist…..protectively.After looking at the picture for a whole minute, I could tell that this wasn’t a recent picture.This must have been years ago, maybe Dahlia was trying to hurt me more by doing this.Yes, Marcus can never be with her when he is engaged to me. He likes me, right?The next picture changed my judgment, Marcus doesn’t like me; the second picture says it all. Right in the picture were Dahlia and Marcus, and he was dressed in the same clothes he wore the day he visited me late.I could remember that day when I felt sick and just wanted him to be around since I had no one to talk to. I called him and he made an excuse about working and couldn’t leave his
Genevieve.At first, I wanted to do as Mother said, after all, I’m the one who’s at the bottom here, I have nothing and if Mother were to cut the money and other supplies to the orphanage then that would make me feel bad.Before leaving there; that’s after I found my family, I promised the little ones there that I would do everything in my power to support them, and that, shouldn't be hard for someone whose parents are rich right?During the first months of being back, my mother and father fulfilled my wish, they provided what the orphanage needed at times two. They were ready to do it as long as I remained their docile and oppressed daughter.I haven’t really had much fun since I came to this mansion, I mean how could I when Dahlia turned everyone against me? She acted like the devil inside and an angel while we were out at social gatherings. I have always thought I wasn’t the one good enough, I mean I was the one who got lost at a young age and also the one who didn’t grow up with p
Alexander.The first thing that came to my mind as I’m standing outside this huge brown door was, what the fuck I’m I doing here?I hated parties, social gatherings, and everything that has to do with people, I would rather be in my office working or be at home with my pet also working than be here.I glared at the door and sighed, I had no choice but to go inside since my mom practically forced me to come to this damn party.“Aren’t you going in, Mr?” I rolled my eyes then glanced at my motherfucking best friend behind me.He was grinning at me, good to know there was someone who was enjoying my misery.“Haha…so funny, asshole,” I said with a glare, and all he did was smile at me.Right now I’m thinking of so many ways to take that smile from his face.“Let’s go in, the party is about to start soon,” he tapped my shoulder but I shrugged him off.I scoffed before opening the door and walking inside, it was just as I had imagined; many people in the society. Those who would do anything
Genevieve.The whole ride was silent, I couldn’t make a sound nor move nor could I even speak up. It felt like my ass was glued to the seat as I looked ahead, hell I couldn’t even look at the man beside him. He seems to be radiating anger and I don’t want to say anything that would anger him more.I have already done worse by telling everyone that he’s my new fiancé even though we don’t know each other. If I was the one in this position I would be angry too.I’m scared, all the confidence I had back in the hall was gone. All I wanted to do now was go to my room and sleep on my comfy bed. I didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want to be in the same car as this fine angry man.If it was another situation I would be more than happy to share a ride with him but now, I have done something terribly wrong. Something I can get punished for.I have always known my mouth would put me in trouble one of these days and that’s today, today I dug a hole for myself. From how everyone acted around him I