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Sabrina's POV:
"Sabrina darling may I speak to you in the hallway for a moment?" my mother asks using a sickening sweet tone.
"Yes mother" I say as I follow her giving our guest a reassuring smile as we exit the room.
As soon I close the door my mother turned to me instantly her expression changing from that of joy to a deep scold. I look down at my feet not wanting to meet her eyes but only for a second before my face was yanked up by no one other then my mother forcing me to meet her gaze.
We stare at each other a minute as we do I begin to analyze her, she has her dark brown hair in a tight elegant bun and her face is caked with makeup making her icy blue eyes sparkle. I stay quiet waiting for her to speak and I begin to feel my hands getting sweaty from anticipation.
"Are you trying to embarrass me and your father?" My mother asks breaking the silence.
"Never mother" I say back trying to keep my tone steady.
"You know that when me and your father are home you must dress and look appropriate do you or do you not understand that?" My mother asks emotionlessly already knowing my answer.
"Yes I understand that but-" I started to say but was quickly cutoff.
"But what since you weren't expect me and your father home until next week you thought it was okay to dress like trash?" My mother asks.
Knowing she did not actually want an answer I stayed quiet.
"Oh no snooty remark fine leave my sight and when you return I expect you to look more appropriate for the occasion and put on some makeup you need it." she states as she exits the hallway getting back to our guest.
I swallow down the sobs wanting to escape and head up to my room to get ready for the evening I dreading to have to attend.
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Once upstairs I change out of my unacceptable attire into a elegant yet simple black dress. Then I release my hair from its messy bun letting fall into perfect waves, stringing my fingers though my curls I throw on some makeup making it a little darker then I normally do for that is how my mother likes it.
Seeing as I am now presentable I head down stairs braising myself for the evening that I am dreading to have to attend.
As I enter the normally quiet dinning room I could hear several different voice engaged in a variety of conversations. Quietly I walk toward my mother taking my seat next to her trying to gain as little attention as possible. My chair lightly scrapes across the floor as I pull it in gaining a few glances from our guest but only for a second before all attention went to the loud ringing doorbell.

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