Drianna and her magic diary

Chapter II: Mistaken

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Drianna Dela Cuesta

It's almost most time for the party, kasalukuyan pa rin akong nakatulala sa harapan ng gown na ito. My brain says no, don't fucking go or you'll regret it while my heart says go, because it's once in a lifetime and he's waiting for me though alam ko naman na hindi yon totoo. Why the hell would he wait for me?

"Anak? Why aren't you dressed yet? Aren't you coming with us? Nandoon na ang kapatid mo". Bigla akong nagulat dahil nag salita si mommy. Muntik na akong atakihin sa puso, what's wrong with her?

"Uh mom? Actually, can I stay at home instead? Ayoko pong sumama sainyo". Nahihiya kong tanong sa kaniya.

Nagba baka sakali lang naman ako, malay mo pumayag siya diba? Minsan naman ay napapa payag ko siya sa mga ganitong bagay pero hindi palagi, of course our dad is the governor. Sometimes, we have to be there as a whole happy family kahit hindi naman talaga kami literal na masaya palagi. Hindi naman lahat ng may kaya sa buhay ay nakakaranas ng saya pag uwi sa mga bahay nila, I'm the great example.

"Anak, your Tita Cecile and Tito Jerome are there, they'll be waiting for all of us. Specially you, inaanak ka pa naman ng Tita Cecile mo". Tugon naman ni mommy sa tanong ko. Well point taken but I don't wanna go...

"You can't say no to this Drianna, now get dress cause you are coming with us okay? Your father and I will wait for you". Masaya niya pang dagdag. After telling me those shits, she immediately went upstairs to fix herself as well. I sighed heavily and even sulked a bit, well? What else can I do? I have no other choice but to go with them.

Our mansion is swarming with make up artists and hair stylists dito because mom surely bought them here, some of them are fixing my mom while the others are helping me as well. Tapos na akong maligo kanina lang and now? I have to put on some make up and shit stuff on my face but question, will those work on me? I mean not that I care.

My boobs looks smaller when I'm wearing an oversized shirt but it's not really, akala ng mga nag aayos sa'kin ay kaylangan ko pa ng extrang foam para lang mag mukhang matino ang damit na suot ko pero mali ang akala nila. I don't need those, I'll be fine without it. Hindi ba nila alam na sumpa ang magkaroon ng malaking boobs? I can't run during PE class then it's not comfortable kapag may suot akong fit na damit.

"Oh my goodness, it's painful!". Reklamo ko. She accidentally or intentionally pulled my hair from behind, kanina niya pa yon ginagawa so I'm thinking na baka sinasadya niya talaga yon.

"I'm sorry ma'am". She apologized but she doesn't sound apologetic towards what she had done to me.

I didn't reply anything, I tried to endure the pain cause it's part of the process. Like what Melanie Martínez said 'pain is beauty' so If I wanted to look like a decent human being tonight then I shouldn't complain about it. Wala naman akong magagawa eh, it's not like literal na sinasadya niyang sabunutan ako nang paulit-ulit.

After an hour or less, natapos na rin dahil hindi naman makapal na make up ang nilagay sa'kin. I can't recognize myself because of the dress then yung ayos ng buhok at mukha ko, all of this isn't me at all but for my parents? Kaylangan ko tong gawin ulit. Isang gabi lang naman to, I guess? I'll be Cinderella for one fucking dreadful night.