Book I The Prayer of a flower 2

The Vozens Mansion was just as large as the Dwane's but unlike the warm house she had grew up in, the Vozens had a very peculiar taste in decorating their house into making it look like they were flaunting their riches openly.

In her past life, she had liked the Vozens family mansion because unlike their elegant yet simple looking house, the former had elegantly decorated outerior and even more exaggaverantly Luxrous interior.

She had also loved staying there because she was madly in love with the Ethan who was brought up in that very house.

But seeing this place again was nothing but nauseating for her.

This was the very house she had ran to for help as her Mother was in her deathbed ready to follow her father who was in heaven.

A gorgeously dressed woman made her way to the door as she saw Lara fiddling with her luggage.

Lara had also seen her but pretended to helplessly fiddle with her luggage and not so surprisingly the pretentious woman came to help her.

"Oh my! Lara you've come, you look more beautiful each time I see you, I almost didn't recognize you" she flattered and as if suddenly realizing that Lara was struggling with the bags she exclaimed"Oh! Do you need any help with that? " she asked because she knew Lara would never agree to let her help as she was the precious mother of the man whom Lara treated as her everything.

"Well, thank you very much auntie, I don't think that's necessary but if you are offering help then I won't refuse your kind intentions" Lara replied making Mrs Vozen speechless.

It was intentional bullying when she hadn't ordered the maids or butler to help Lara carry her things. She had intended to look like a very kindhearted future mother in law by offering help which she very much knew Lara would refuse.

"Is she for real? Am I suppose to carry all this up to the second floor with her now? " Mrs Vozen cursed in her head but she maintained her graceful smile.

"Oh dear me, I forgot, I can't really do this since I had just finished treating my nails" She wiggled her fingers and put on a look of pity. "Silly me I'll ask the butler to move them" she smiled charmingly but this smile was nothing but disgusting to Lara.

"Ah? You mean to say you're going back on your word?" Lara said with an air of innocence "Aunty you shouldn't have offered help if you weren't going to actually help, it'll make me feel that you're someone who offers help only for show" Lara said back with an even more pitiful look as if she was seriously sad.

Mrs Vozen who had thought Lara would shower praises upon the ruby and gold blended lacqr polish she had specifically ordered was hit for the second time by a wave of shock.

"She's talking back at me?" Mrs Vozen trembled.

"That's not what I mean Lara and you know it well" she got flustered by the unfavorable reaction she got from the other.

"I know aunty, thank you for offering to send my things up, I'll rest assured and head to my room now" Lara politely smiled and left her standing with a very ugly expression on her face. after she was gone Mrs Vozen still stood where she had been left behind.

"That Bitch, does she think she's better than me just like her mother? How arrogant, I'll rip that pretty little face off someday" Mrs Vozen mumbled to herself in a fit of anger failing to notice someone who had been observing the whole interaction they had just had.

Upon reaching the 'not so happy memories' filled yet secure room and bolting the door did Lara finally relaxed her face.

"that felt really good! seeing her shocked appearance was worth it" Lara exclaimed as she laughed and laid back on the soft bed before her smile suddenly changed back to a frozen sneer "but I should be careful next time not to show my colors since I've still got a long way to go to make the Vozens pay" she talked to herself, this was something she often did after she almost became crazy after losing everything, she had used it as a way of reassurance. She closed her eyes softly as she recalled some distant memories and her consciousness began to drift off.

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"Mother! Please help me..... My mom, she's dying.. Please" Lara heard her own voice pleading the woman who was looking at her with dusdain.

"If she's dying then that's her problem... It has nothing to do with me" the woman coldly spat

"But Mother you're her best friend right? You even said she was like your sister....please help her" Lara cried out bitterly but was shaken off.

"Stop calling me mother, it's disgusting. And your mom? She was just a slut who always thought she was above me, she had it coming for her" the woman snickered "serves her right for having such a daughter like you" saying this she ordered the guards to throw the wailing Lara out.

The helpless cries blended into the noisy and busy everyday life of the city folks and the small footsteps made in a hurry didn't make much sound as they disappeared like their owner.

Knock knock knock*

The three rhymatic knocks on the door was enough to rise the barely fast asleep Lara.

Feeling her cheeks were wet she quickly dried them with the sleeves of her knitted woolen sweater.

Unlocking the door she stood holding the door half open.

"Miss Dwane this is the last of the luggage you brought. If you need anything then you can simply make a call" the butler politely bowed after the porters were done placing the mountain heap of luggage in proper order.

"I'll handle the rest, you may leave" Lara waved her hand with which the butler politely bowed again and retired with the rest of the helpers and housekeepers.

"I didn't realize this but, damn! do the Vozens think they're living in a palace? Why are there maids and helpers all over as if it's a western historical play?" Lara scoffed "Their habit of flaunting wealth is nasty enough but their love for authority is worse"

Despite the two mansion of Vozens and Dwane's being similar in size. The Dwane's kept only four house keepers, two cooks one butler two drivers and a few security guards.

So compared to their house, she felt like she was part of a play at the Vozens.

"If I guess correctly than tommorow that scum Ethan will come home and throw a tantrum after seeing me, and he'll bring his delicate and kindhearted Emma along with him to insult me after a week" a very mischievous curve formed in lips while her eyes held a deadly glint.

"Why don't I help them out since they are so beautifully in love?"

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