Peculiar; C. Madrigal

prologue;

—Miss Contrary—

Life in (Country/Name) is easy.
At least, easy for (Y/N).

"Mistress, please come this way" Agatha, one of the mansion servant addressed, (Y/N) gazed away from the window that seemed interesting at the moment. Outside was ominous and didn't look so bright, It was like the world was ignoring the fact that it was summer.

Agatha frantically looked down as soon as Mistress (Y/N) passed, Mistress gave her a side glare before walking by and headed towards the dining room for breakfast. Mistress (Y/N) had a glare that's poisonous, her (E/C) eyes were full of mischief and misdemeanor and if you received her glare, you're bound to look down.

The Dining room was massive, a big wide table was placed in the middle of the room where the walls were full of old paintings. Chairs were placed on each side of the table and the silver trolleys that were placed next to the walls were full of delicacies and sweets, The room looked so full yet so empty.

Breakfast was already served as expected, three servants lined behind the chairs by the dining table and welcomed Mistress (Y/N) to eat.
The usual eggs and bacon (with/without) rice as breakfast in the Dela Cruz mansion.
It was boring to her, bland with every bite and so sometimes (Y/N) ignored her appetite and gave not even a glimpse of what food was on the plate.

Mistress (Y/N) sat on the table that was pulled back by one of the servants, she was the Mistress. Mistress (Y/N) lived in luxury and chose to not lift a single finger but this time, (Y/N) picked two of the utensils on the tables and used it to cut the bacon. Mistress payed no attention to the crunching sound but it bothered her, listening to the repeating crunch every single day.

The girl unbotheredly pushed the plate to the edge of the table and watched it fall to the ground followed by a loud noise making the servants flinch.

"Make me (Favorite flavor) cake," (Y/N) said bluntly for she was not guilty for the action she had committed. Two of the servants frantically walked to the kitchen to find something to clean the mess on the floor while the other waited for any demand they'll be assigned to "But M-Mistress! I cannot let you have cake early in the morning," Agatha replied, trying to find a good reason to stop (Y/N) from wanting to eat such sweets at 10:00 in the morning.

Mistress (Y/N) straighten her thin-bony legs and glared at the helpless servant, (Y/N) grabbed the remaining utensils and threw it to the ground in anger "HOW DARE YOU QUESTION ME!?" Quickly, the remaining servant ushered Agatha to the kitchen with a whisper.

"right away, Mistress! My deepest apologies," Agatha had no reason to apologize but she was completely contractually obligated to, she had no choice but to continue working at the manor, the salary given was m high and she needed to support her family back home in Alabang.

Mistress (Y/N) was described as an ugly, skinny, spoiled child. Anyone who's taken a closer look at the Mistress agreed that she was unattractive to look at and unattractive to spend time with, one mistake receives a personal slap from the Mistress. If you ask one of the servants what they think about Mistress (Y/N)'s tantrums is that they were tempestuous, completely feral.

They were to do everything what the mistress orders, they were ordered and if they disobeyed one single demand then they'd be living vagrant.

None of the servants liked Mistress (Y/N) Dela Cruz, how could someone love someone like her? such a spoiled girl with no effort whatsoever and expects people to do everything for her but one cannot blame her.

"(Y/N)? you simply cannot take her from us!" Cried from the other room. The walls were thin and dry, one can gossip from what they've heard from the other room. After hearing her name, the Mistress gave all her strength to walk to the other room and barge in. The child never asked for permission and never used the word beg.

All heads turned to look at her, shocked and out of breath. "This child needs to be let outside!" argued the priest, though the priest should mind his business—he cannot let this action slip through the fingertips of the guardians.

"She should be outside the garden, running around like a normal child should!" The priest said, mentioning to the pale, bony, tired child by the door. (Y/N) listened carefully, looking between her parents and the priest "do you know how important sunlight is to a child whose barely 18?"

'why were they talking about me?' questioned Mistress (Y/N).

"I cannot let her take the same path we did!" It was the overprotective parents who were to blame.

"Do you know how much we've suffered just to have all this and give her the life we've dreamed of?!" (M/N) replied, waving her hands around the room "Have you asked what she dreamed of," questioned the priest, he was getting impatient and until now the Dela Cruz had not got the hint he was slipping in.

"This life have been always my dream since I was two years old," replied (Y/N), glaring at the priest who looked down in thought "if you've seen the outside world then you'd be dreaming of so much" The priest sighed before resting his hands together.

"I cannot blame the child for her tantrums and I will not let this continue," (F/N) gave the priest a dirty look and shook his head "how much money are we gonna send the church for you to stop?" asked the man of the house. The priest was not greedy, he did not want none more than to worship god and so he answered, "The money you give to the church cannot solve this misfortune you have created,"
...

I asked my mother what will I be?
will I be pretty?
will be rich?
here's what she said to me;
que sera, sera
whatever will be, will be
the future's not ours to see
que sera, sera