Forgotten

Supper

"There she is!" Johnathan yelled as I walked into the dining room as elegantly as possible to impress father.

"Oh good evening..um.." father sputtered, he forgot my name again, he did this every night.

"Good evening father. Are all the arrangements ready for my birthday ball in two days?" I smiled a pleasant smile as I sat down gracefully still trying my hardest to impress my father.

"Oh yes, the ball on Saturday! All the decorations and arrangements are made except for the banner that will go outside. What do you want it to say?"

"Happy birthday, (Y/N) will do."

"Ok I will have that ordered right away!"

"Do I get to come to this ball or is this one past my bedtime too?" Mary asked. She had never been to a real ball yet because her bedtime was 8:00 and most balls are traditionally supposed to start at 10:00 even though the most important people usually come towards 10:15 to 10:30 so they can make a big entrance.

"You can come to this one for a little while because it is a big deal." replied father.

"Why is it a big deal?'' asked Zachery.

"(Y/N) is turning 16!" yelled Nathan.

"Lower your volume," said father sternly.

After that we all just made awkward small talk throughout supper. Family supper is my least favorite part of the day. I mean at least during lunch father is still in his study so we don't have to act so prim and proper. Lunch is actually quite fun. The twins more often than not have their feet on the table, Zachery makes tons of jokes, Mary actually speaks during lunch unlike during dinner where she just sits like a small porcelain doll 99% of the time. I mean I think she might actually replace herself with a porcelain doll with those slightly blushed cheeks the color of a rose, pale skin white as paper, perfect platinum blonde hair as if her hair is a platinum award for being perfect, bright grey eyes like the silver of new money, and that stupid button nose. No wonder father likes her better; she is perfect in every way, absolutely perfect. But you still can't hate her. It's not her fault that father doesn't notice me.