Walking on Broken Glass

-Chapter 12- Buying Silence

I walked back up stairs and walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water. I opened the cupboard and grabbed a glass.

“Ah!” I screamed, nearly dropping the glass cup as Vivian’s face appeared next to mine.

“Quiet yourself! Now, we will be hosting a dinner party tonight in honor of Emery and Camilla’s courtship. I need you to take Camilla and Natalya shopping for party dresses, get them anything they want, pick up and cook dinner… I’m feeling… Chicken tonight… Also, vacuum and clean the house top to bottom. You need to decorate the dining room and sitting room. You will have to serve everyone at the party and you will not speak to anyone, am I clear.” Vivian barked at me like a yappy little lap dog.  

“Aren’t you a-“

“I want chicken so you’re going to make me chicken.”

I nodded in response but in my head I smashed the glass cup over her head. Vivian handed me her purse with her credit cards and told me that I was able to buy one dress for me, but it couldn’t be more expensive or prettier than either of my sister’s dresses. This was one of the rare times that Vivian showed that she had a soul; she was trying to buy my silence with a dress because she felt guilty.

            “The dinner will be at seven, you should have everything done by then right?” She asked rhetorically. I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. “Good, now I’m off to get a massage and buy my outfit for tonight, I don’t trust your taste.” She said as she walked out the door in her cheetah print leggings and pink loose tank top. I laughed a little after she had left the house. Camilla came down the stairs wearing jean booty shorts and an orange crop top, wearing her big lensed sunglasses over her fresh make up she had painted on her face.

            “When are we leaving?” She asked, carrying her sparkly pink clutch purse. She waved it in the air as she talked about how she and Emery were going to live in the pack house and how she was going to be Luna. I growled at her unconsciously. She glared at me and set her hands on the counter. “Listen, you are just a maid here and you will never be anything more. He could never love you, you’re so… well… you know... I can’t think of the word, but you’re it.” She huffed. Camilla wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. I laughed at this and smiled at her because I knew that Emery loved me.

            At that moment, Natalya came down the stairs in a similar outfit to her sister’s, except her shirt was purple.

“When are we leaving?” She asked in the same tone Camilla had earlier.

“Right now,” I said as I picked up the keys to the 2014 white Cayman Porsche.

            “Does this pink one make me look fat?” Camilla asked as she twirled around in a pink princess like dress. I shook my head, not really paying attention. Natalya walked out of the dressing room in a blue dress with one strap that came up around her neck that hugged her curves, stopping at her mid-thigh. She looked uncomfortable in it, pulling the ends of it down.