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01. Feelings

Lilly

I don't wanna say that I'm sensitive or an emotional "woman" in which people label them. Because I'm not... well, most of the time. I do have strong feelings towards everyone. Whether it means I love them or hate them. For my lovely sister Ella, I love her. It's the kind of love I feel in which I trust her with my whole life in my hands. Yes, she is a blabbermouth, but it's sisterly love! Who doesn't love their sister?

Well, I guess I forgot to include Anne and Maria. They're pure evil. Sooner or later, they will realize that they were in the wrong and to figure out a way to give me a sincere apology for how they acted towards me all these years. Someday. Please don't count on it.

Mr. Rikkard Ambrose, my beloved boss. The man whose one simple stare can send an instant shiver down my spine without hesitating. The man does not hesitate to make impulsive, sexist comments, yet are still prepared for my lash out on him afterward. How does he do it? How does he do what? Manipulate me into loving him! The son of a bachelor can shove a stick up where the sun doesn't bloody shine! But, alas! His signs of affections are what make me drop to my knees, begging for love and, better yet, for him. Good, God! The man makes me so moody!

Aunt Brank, my exquisite, loving, Aunt. She has her decent days (typically never) and has her bad days (every day). Like today, more specifically, right now.

"I'm tired of you, girl!" She took off her overly vast heels and chucked one at me. Like the athletic young woman I am, I dodged it. Also, when is she never tired of me? I'm the one niece that has a life (including Ella, of course)! I make myself plenty of money, has a millionaire man who loves me dearly, and she doesn't know a thing! If she did know, she wouldn't be chucking her expensive foot attire at me. I'm surprised she even risked that.

"When are you not?" I cocked my head in question. It's true; every day, she has some glare that looks to be as if she's hunting me down like her pray. It's way less intimidating than Mr. Ambrose's stare, of course, but still! It's completely and utterly unnecessary! It's not a sight for sore eyes when you have to see a pair of eyes watching your every move at eight in the morning!

"Good point, Lillian. That is the smartest thing I have ever heard you say!" Her tone was not a motherly, proud, surprised tone. It was full of cold sarcasm that created a narrow look in my brown eyes. I try every day not to react to her remarks, and it has gotten better now that I've been working with Mr. Ambrose for a year. His sneaky little comments always get me heated, but I'm good a refraining my expression. But, sometimes, it's hard. Sometimes, the words are a little too hurtful.

"Aunt," I crossed my arms, "you're wasting your precious little time right now giving me useless insults that will change absolutely nothing about me. I won't change who I am. Especially not for you. Not when the only thing you worry about is my love life,"

She crossed her arms as well, mimicking me like the little bi-, "I am not only concerned about your love life!"

My eyes widened. Is she serious right now? Are the only words she has said to me, other than insults, not questions about if I have been on a rendezvous with other fellow men? Every day it's always, 'have you met any men out there?' 'why don't you take a walk with the captain?' and my absolute favorite, 'Lillian, are you...uh, erm, queer?'

That one made me laugh a bit; heck, I could laugh right now! I remember the day my favorite and closest friend, Amy, had said those same words to me when I was dressed as Mr. Linton. Oh, the good days.

I shook back into my state, "don't tell me you're bloody serious right now?"

The witch looked taken back at my statement, "I always am!"