As you know, my parents had a great history together, passionate, those type of memories where they rode a motorcycle together under the red-ish and orange sun. But romance like those tends to end.
And it did. Same destiny.
You see my father isn't just some fuck-boy who owns a motorcycle and seems too free to be real. He's actually from a Royal family, when my dad decided to bring mom home, obviously his parents didn't agreed. Plus, mom is just... So much. A girl who's free, a singer, not so girly but still had the edge of femininity. Still gorgeous.
I got that from her.
My mom left because she was told to in secret, my father thought mom just left him, basically ghosted him. After a month, there was a news... A baby, and hey, that's me. Jane Millie Raid.
I've always thought there was this big missing piece of me, and I've always know because, mom hid me from father.
But right now... I kind off, snuck inside my father's big house... And now they're looking at me like... I'm an alien. I mean, my father never probably imagined that I exist. And...
It's even more worse because, father had a fiancee and a step-daughter now, which she is now looking at me like she could strangle me to death. Love that...
This will be a hella of a week.
The past few days, I felt like Cinderella, yeah no shit. Dozens of schemes... Dozens of mean words from my step mom... And awful glare from her particularly. But damn the house is big... And a life of a Royale really is such a handy work.
...
"Maybe you shouldn't go. Wouldn't wanna cause trouble right?" Liane said showing off her eyelashes. Her words are sweet like honey, but stung like a bee.
She should just get out of my room.
I rolled my eyes.
"No thanks, I think I'll go, after all, I am my father's daughter." I said with a playful smirk. Her face hardened. There was a flicker of evilness in her eyes.
"Okay, then as a good step-sister I am—"
"Not exactly... My father could still get back with my mom you know." I said with confidence. After all, that's my biggest plan. And I know it's working.
She suddenly let out a bark of laugh, which was... Awfully annoying.
"No darling, my father is going to marry my mother. That's how it's supposed to be, it fits that way... Unlike you... Who clearly doesn't fit in here at all." She bitterly said, her eyes eyeing me, I know she's talking about my look, unlike her... So elegant and clean, I am not. I like flashy stuff, boyish clothes, not to mention my love for tattoos... I've been wanting to be a tattoo artist, which means having a underage spine tattoo. Father wouldn't exactly love it. And I've been causing tons of trouble too not gonna lie. But I don't really care. Though it's annoying having someone like Liane, who's nose are always behind my fucking neck.
"I didn't came here to fit. In fact, you don't really have to worry that much... I'll be back to home, with father."
She scoffed. "Good luck with that."
My eyes narrowed at her, noticing her outfit... Always so extra, even in her pajamas. And did I mentioned she's wearing that ridiculous mask? God...
"You look really adorable." I said, which I wish I didn't... It's supposed to come out as teasing... Sarcastic even, but it sounded genuinely. Which was so out of place... It didn't fit the vibe. Again... It's happening...
It's just so weird... She's just so fun to tease with, one moment we're bickering and the next... We're staring at each other... Like right now.
She looked away first... And I cleared my throat.
"You were saying about being a good step-sister?" I asked, changing subjects.
"I was talking about helping you with whatever your outfit will be. Unlike last party... This is different, you have to wear something else than... Being a punk."
Oh yes... Last party, where I wear so out of place. Good memories.
I let out a soft chuckle. "Right... Okay then, help me out with this..." I said tilting my head at her invitingly, my eyes eyeing her... I can see the way her eyes darted away or how flustered she is... It's cute really.
"I suppose you don't have any dress to wear at all. I could lend you... But I swear—"
"—I won't ruin your precious dress for god sake..."
-to be continued.
