Peculiar; C. Madrigal

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—Misfortune—

"What was he talking about?" (Y/N) questioned, more like, (Y/N) demanded an answer. (F/N) sighed and looked down at her daughter, staring at her small, pale figure—he could almost agree that she needed to stretch herself and be more less stiff but shrugged it off.
They need to prepare her for education, maybe even running the business and so they have to keep her safe, well-fed, and protected.

"Nonsense, it was completely out of the bible" (M/N) replied. The woman rolled her eyes in aggravation and walked closer to the window that was strictly closed "Dear (Y/N), please do not listen to any gibberish that's not linked to the bible" (Y/N) did not answer, just stared at the floor. In times like these, the Mistress always find something interesting to her surroundings that she barely looks at, like the floor. The well-polished floor looks like a mirror and it catched her attention to look down and stare longer trying to figure out her outline to the white colored floor.

"was it not about the offerings?" The girl looked up to see her father looking down at her with a frown "I'm afraid so, some priests are greedy and they shift the blame to someone else!" Replied her father, as a child whose not even 18–she believed her father when she completely heard the conversation.

Quickly ushered her out of the room, the narcissistic child ignored the whispers of her parents in the office and walked back to the kitchen to eat.

After breakfast, Agatha accompanied the Mistress down the silent halls to the library. The mistress disliked books but the knowledge she learned from it is what kept her to keep reading and it was one of the ways she did to pass time.

The books she read is what kept her sane, latin words were written neatly on the old books that were now tinted yellow. The library had all the contents you can think of, there were different colors and different languages.

Mistress (Y/N) tucked her (Hair/Color) hair behind her ear and focused on the word her eyes were glued on.
kalon;
If you're wondering what that means then don't search it just yet, there's a whole story explaining what that means.

(Y/N) doesn't know the meaning of it but she have read the definition;
(n.) beauty that is more than skin-deep.

'Isn't beauty a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses?' Mistress (Y/N) questioned to herself.

"Agatha, are you beautiful?" (Y/N) teared her gaze from the book and looked at Agatha, her red hair complimented her tan skin correctly and her rosy cheeks matched her rosy lips "uhm...w-well, yes! at least, my mother said so," Agatha replied. Agatha is always nervous whenever she had to talk to the Mistress, one wrong answer could earn a painful slap on the cheek.
There's no wrong answer to that question, you might think. But according to the Mistress, deviating from truth or fact; erroneous: a wrong answer which is not correct in action, judgment, opinion, method, etc...

"has she seen your soul?" Agatha shook her head, (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and looked back at the book "then she was lying," (Y/N) commented.

The Mistress does not know the meaning of skin-deep. Soul? 'God takes the kindest people first' doesn't that say much enough? God collects those when their time has come so why does it matter if they're beautiful or not?

That night, Mistress had been invited to one of her cousin's get-together-party.
James Fernando is one of (Y/N)'s cousin, their parents even considered marrying them but since the Mistress had no interest in marrying, she refused. One time they tried forcing them, she threw one of the most wildest tantrums she fit.

I say, people doesn't usually agree in marrying someone who's related, especially if it's their cousin but in the olden days, they were more than happy to hear the news in marriage.

Mistress arrived at the party and was greeted by everyone, some whispers about here and there but she ignored it or rather, she admitted every single rumor they spread.

"I heard, she threw a fit and injured one of the Dela Cruz servant" (Y/N) heard from a distance where two giggling women stood "there was blood everywhere but luckily, the servant survived" (Y/N) silently agreed, she did injured a servant but she did it unintentionally, she agreed she does slap people and make them suffer but she would never cross the line.

"(Y/N), such a pleasure to see you came!" James, her 19 year old cousin—who she was nearly married to, greeted. (Y/N) nodded and looked at James with a dull look "come, I'll introduce you to my friends I've met along the way from Mexico!" James suggested. James gently grabbed the Mistress's soft gloved hands and guided her through the crowd.

The night was boring, at least for (Y/N).
The Mistress thought of the whole thing like meeting someone you'll never meet again. It was easier for her to meet someone and never see again so that she could memorize less and less parties, she was never let outside but since it's her cousin's her parents hesitantly agreed and set her off.

Averting her gaze away from the people her cousin introduced before instantly regretting it. (Y/N) has caught the eye of her Mother's butler, she raised an eyebrow in question. These types of looks were rare for (Y/N), they could mean many thing like one eyebrow raised could translate to 'is that Mr. Tuts?' or 'why is Mr. Tuts frantically running towards me at a jazzy night like this?' that can be answered.

"May I talk to Mistress Dela Cruz?" Mr. Tuts questioned, looking at the girl with desperation. James raised an eyebrow and looked at Mr. Tuts head to toe and shooed him off as a reply to take the Mistress for he had recognized the man.

"I am so sorry to inform you that your parents has perished in a fire," Mr. Tuts informed as slow as possible. Was (Y/N) suppose to feel something? sadness, maybe even guilt?
no, she felt nothing.
these types of 'going away' meant nothing to her, it'd be like an ordinary day—she doesn't even see her parents around that much.
They were always away, she'd see them maybe once a month or if she's lucky, she'll see them three times a month.

(Y/N) wanted no more rumors and knew that there were people secretly listening so she looked down "take me to the mansion" she replied, Mr. Tuts nodded and guided her back to the carriage and took her to where her home was suppose to be.
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