Chapter 7

As she observed Aurora eating, she knew that as Aurora tasted the food, her eyes kept glancing to the left, a proof that the food didn’t suit her. But she didn’t complain and ate the food in silence. She couldn't say anything; she remembered the day she confronted Aurora about the issue, but she just answered that food was precious. Even if you don’t enjoy it, you have to eat because others don’t get the chance to eat what you don’t like. Vicky felt deep down that it was just excuses. She didn’t get to eat warm food until she was satisfied because her aunt managed to prepare a meal that would easily satisfy the three family members, and Aurora got to eat the leftovers. But if she tried to help, that would be an additional burden placed on her. So she tried to minimize the pain she felt by inviting her from time to time.

But she was far from imagining that since young Aurora had long washed away the hope that they would accept her, consider her as family. But everything was lost as time passed, and they became more and more harsh with their treatment. She, who followed their every order and demand with the hope of being loved, had grown numb from it. When they were done, Victoria paid the bill, and just like that, they left the store without forgetting to buy Aurora’s favorite milk. As they were walking towards the door, Aurora suddenly asked, “Why do I feel like I’m being treated as a child?” Her voice was low enough only for her friend to hear. Victoria, who was walking by her side, answered nonchalantly, “Are you asking or affirming it?” Aurora, who was enjoying her milk while walking on the side until they were out of the building, standing in front of the door facing the bustling street, Aurora, who had her face looking at the street ahead, suddenly spoke, her voice brimming with sincerity.“Thank you for the meal, Vicky. I really appreciated it. I don’t even remember the last time I tasted warm food,” hearing this, Vicky looked elsewhere, trying to contain the tears threatening to flow down her cheeks. She just hugged the girl standing near her, while the other hand was caressing her black hair. After planting numerous kisses on her forehead, she said, “You dumbass, I already told you before that there’s no need for ‘thank you’ between us,” her voice choked as she uttered those words.

Aurora, who was suddenly engulfed in a warm hug, let out a small laugh before lifting her head to place it on the shoulder and returned the hug while smiling, “Says the one that previously mocked me for being a crybaby.” After patting Vicky’s back to calm her down, she then untangled herself and looked elsewhere to allow her friend to better reorganize herself.

After a while, Vicky turned Aurora to face her, a grin on her lips as she edged closer and whispered, “Let’s go make a tour.” Aurora, with a perplexed look, tilted her head to the side like a child who didn’t understand anything. Seeing this, Vicky’s grin broadened. She was about to explain when a servant, a man, came to stand a few steps behind Vicky. He was dressed in servant’s clothes, with a monocle on his left eye, white-grey hair, a slightly wrinkled face that screamed strictness. Aurora recognized him as the Greyhart family butler. The man came in and bowed slightly, saying, “Greetings, Miss Victoria and Miss Aurora.” He let out a small smile, his face appearing less stern, and he straightened up to pass the plastic bag he brought with him to Vicky. Aurora’s eyes flashed to the plastic bag with items like clothes in it. Vicky, who was trembling with excitement, snatched the plastic bag from the butler and directly turned towards Aurora, her eyes glowing with enthusiasm.

The butler guided them towards the Bentley parked at the side, not very far from where they were standing. He gave a plastic bag to Aurora as she entered the car to change from her blue dress to the clothes in the plastic bag. As she removed the clothes from the bag, even the light was blocked from the big building nearby. And so, like that, she wore the clothes given to her, not forgetting the boots. She used the band in the back to tie her silky black hair in a high ponytail, letting it reach her middle back. She descended from the car, leaving some space for her friend to get ready, while she took the time to inspect the clothes she wore. Sleek and form-fitting, a black motorcycle leather jacket complemented her figure while offering protection and a sense of edginess. She also wore a pair of black motorcycle gloves with thinner fingers, black leather pants providing both comfort and boldness, and a pair of black sturdy boots adding to her commanding presence.

Her overall outfit reflects a fusion of fashion and functionality, embodying a sense of fearlessness and independence. The butler was in awe at her presence. Even though the clothes masked away her usual playfulness, leaving before him a mature lady. If it wasn’t for the innocent blue eyes looking at him, he would have thought it was a completely different person. He was still in awe when his mistress came into his view, snapping him out of his thoughts. When standing near to each other, his mistress was all in white, while Aurora preferred the black outfits.

As the butler snapped out of his trance, he directly bowed and guided them towards the other street where two BMW S1000RR motorcycles were parked. One was black and the other white. While Vicky was almost crazy with excitement, Aurora was calm, different from her previous state of excitement. She walked towards the black one, picked up the helmet, placed it directly on her head, and climbed onto her bike. She patiently waited for her friend to get on hers.