The Picture

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Janet's POV

Was there any better way to explain how bad I wanted the ground to swallow me whole? Just swallow me up and never let me land back to the pitiful earth. I was more than a nervous wreck and I could feel it in my bones as I pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear.

For the fifteenth time, I smoothed out the invisible creases in my red dress. Forced to dress up for an occasion I didn't think would ever happen. But low and behold here I was, dropped off by Ms.Freckle, and all she could do was smile.

Her smile was so big, the wrinkles of her cheeks turned red. "I'll pick you up after. Give them a chance" was all she said before embracing me. It all happened fast as I watched her wave goodbye and drive off. I was seconds away from running after her, of course in my mind I could outrun a car.

I stood alone on the porch. Miles away it looked as if these people lived in a mansion but then again they were my people...right? After all this what would become of me? Would I be known as a Velour? Or just Janet?

I didn't have time to think any of this over as the door swung open fast. It was as if I saw a ghost as a very pregnant Helen scooped me into an embrace. "I'm so happy you are here! We wanted to wait for you before we served dinner"!

For a woman with a child, she had the strength of a wrestler. I was shoved inside and the outside of the mansion did it no justice. From the outside, it looked like a plain white and brown house with no definition. But inside... Inside was a completely different world.

A huge chandelier dangled from the high ceiling. The floor was marbled and shined to perfection. It gave me a bit of modern and royalty vibes with the white walls. Ancient paintings hung from the walls seeming to greet whoever had entered.

Maids and servants ran back and forth each bowing their heads as they passed. I had almost forgotten to breathe as I suddenly began to feel overwhelmed. The tips of my fingers grew cold as I stood amongst the extravagant place that was home to people I barely knew.

I shifted my gaze towards the eyes that watched my every move. The Velour family, looked at me as if I was one of them. As if I had belonged there all along. Hardin Velour approached me first with hesitancy in his every move.

" There's something I want to show you," he said softly. He began to walk up the long stairwell that led to the second floor. This time I moved cautiously and I found myself glancing back at Keri and Helen. Their smiles were big and encouraging so I turned back and continued following behind Mr. Hardin.

We walked down a dark hallway. The floor was covered in a dark blood red carpet. Our footsteps thudding against the carpeted floor. He suddenly stopped in front of a random brown door gently placing a hand on it.

"I've been waiting for this moment ever since  I found out about you Janet. I only hope I don't regret this". He whispered before taking a deep breath and turning the gold knob. He then extended his hand holding the door open.

"Ladies first" he spoke gently a sad smile on his face. With a weary frown, I slowly entered the room it had a huge bed that sat in the middle adorned with pale white sheets. Navy blue curtains hung from the large windows flowing about now and then from the slight wind.

But that wasn't what caught my eye. It was the huge photo that sat on the wall above the large bed. A woman with dark brunette hair and pale skin smiling so grntly. She looked familiar as if I had seen her before.

"Who is that"? I asked walking around the bed to get a closer look. Her dark brown eyes seemed to mirror my own as she appeared to look deep into my tormented character. Who was this woman?

" That.... that was your mother Janet". That was all I heard before I felt myself freeze.

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