Blue Moon Butterfly

i. Natalie

"Hey! You b*tch. Where have you been huh?!"

I'm used to this kind of scenario. Ever since my father died when I was young, my aunt's family took care of me.

How about my mother?

Well... My mother died the day when I was born so I didn't have the chance to meet her.

Psh, as if they really took care of me.

They only raised me because of the money left by my late father.

It's not my fault that I have to go home late at night.

I need to work everyday for my own daily expenses.

I'm earning money so I can achieve the dream of my father,

to become an artist.

I'm fine with them taking the money I inherited; but to treat me like this!?

It's unacceptable.

"Betcha been busy being a slut." As my aunt said those words I can't help but to answer her back.

"Well I'm sorry, I don't plan to end up like you." After saying that, I felt a stinging sensation on my left cheek.

"When did you learn how to be disrespectful?! I bet even if your father is alive, he would just neglect you." Wow, she has some nerve to say these things to my father after stealing all the money that was meant for me.

"Don't you ever talk ill of my father." I glared, as I went through my room and slammed the door.

They're living a good life because of my father's hard work.

What I also don't like is that their daughter, Samantha Vergara, hates me as I always place first.

She was jealous.

She did everything to threaten me.

Too bad, It's not that easy to bring me down.

Of course there were times that I wanted to give up, but for my future and father's dream, I continued to strive and work harder.

I also had a rough day. Not just because of my aunt. It was all because of that bossy and demanding customer I met earlier in the café.

I asked for his order and he just said, "Rossi".

I don't understand what he meant by that. Was it supposed to be his name?

But I asked for his order not his name.

I don't know why he got mad at me for not understanding by what he meant.

He even called our manager.

Our manager scolded me for not knowing who Mr. Rossi is.

Apparently, he already ordered in advance.

And no one even told me about that.

If someone informed me about this, I should've made it.

Stupid man, making a commotion just because of a simple problem.

I swear if I ever see him again, I'm gonna...

Ugh, nevermind.

I don't want to fight with a childish man.

I'm too busy with more important things.