Meet Violet, whose life is fucked up. An absolute royal mess.
But does she care? Nope.
Even if she doesn't care about herself, someone else does.
And that someone is a monster to her eyes.
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As always, there's gonna be violence. It'd be marked...
The next day, Violet woke up to constant knocking or rather, banging on her door. Stephanie yelled at her to get up. Of course, she had to do the make up for Violet. But wasn't the Ball at 5 pm?
Violet sighed and got up.
"Stop that! I'm up!" she shouted back.
As she sat up, an intense pain took over. She bit her lip and stood up with shaking legs. She felt as if her mass was too much for her legs to support, but she had to get up.
After finishing with her morning routine, of course, skipping the showering, and instead took another cold bath.
After getting dressed, she went downstairs.
Owen's eye immediately narrowed, but Stephanie barged in the exact moment, saving Violet.
"Have you taken a shower, Violet?" she asked.
"A bath," replied Violet.
"That'll do. Now, breakfast time! After breakfast, we'll talk about your make up. And the Ball, including-" Stephanie went on a long list.
"Got it. Got it," Violet shut her up.
"Now shoo! Get breakfast," Stephanie chimed.
As Violet walked towards the kitchen, she wondered why Stephanie was acting that way. Stephanie was probably fearing something. But what? Maybe what they'll do if they find out about Violet's past? But Violet was a nobody, why would they care?
Violet sighed and made herself the cup of tea she couldn't drink last night, and spent a good 30 minutes drinking it, and made herself another cup of tea. And that was exactly when Stephanie made a fuss of what she was having for breakfast and that tea couldn't make a perfect breakfast.
Yeah, air is the best breakie, isn't it? Violet thought sarcastically.
But then, she sighed and picked a piece of bread and put butter over it and ate that. Before making herself another cup of tea and drinking that.
Stephanie watched helplessly before she shooed Owen to work and made Violet sit on the sofa.
"Violet, this is super important. In the Ball, you must not behave like your usual self, you'll set your father back in his career. Next," Stephanie went on, but Violet already zoomed out.
Inaudibly, Violet sighed. That would be what they were worried about. Violet goes to the Ball and ruins Owen's reputation.
"Owen," said Violet, "Is not my father."
"You know you'd never have been born if not for Owen?" she asked.
"If not for Owen?" Violet laughed. "I don't care about Owen." After a pause, she shrugged and added, "I'll do whatever I like, you're not to decide. It's twelve already, are you going to do my make-up after I wear my dress, or before?"
"After. Oh, and your hair too!" Stephanie chimed.
Violet nodded.
She went to her room, and put her gown on. It hugged her body perfectly. She sighed, looking at the mirror.
True, there wasn't any marks from yesterday's beatings on Violet's body. It was all around her stomach, which did hurt more, but who cares?
At least no will no know, right?
As Violet stepped outside her bathroom, Stephanie began to mutter about how good she looked and what her makeup should be.
Finally, after Stephanie was done deciding, she started doing Violet's hair first.
She twisted and tugged it and after a lot of "Ow!" and "That hurts!" and "Eee, when will you be done?", Stephanie was done.
Her hair was:
Note: Only the hair, you know the dress already :D
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"All done with the hair! Now for your make up!" she said and started doing Violet's make up, which Violet didn't want to do.
After of what it felt like four hours of sitting still, Stephanie finished.
"Done! You look absolutely gorgeous, Violet! Now, for the shoes!" she said, smiling, "I bought you these."
At first Violet was scared that she bought her heels and she couldn't walk, but when she wore them and tried to walk, she was perfectly fine. Or rather dying from pain, but just with a little uncomfortable and with 0% confidence.
The heels:
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As Stephanie left Violet alone for a minute, Violet sighed. Now she understood why Owen hit Violet.
It was because of the shoes and dress. He thought Violet chose both.
She sighed and stood up. It was hard enough to walk normally, and it was harder to walk with heels, but she was fine.
When she went downstairs, she found Owen staring at her with a frown.
He then turned towards Stephanie and said something to which Stephanie disagreed.
She then nodded towards me and came to me, "Alright there, Violet?"
"Yea. Stephanie, I have a question." I spoke.
"Go on," she replied.
"Doesn't boys have to go the Mate Ball?" I asked, curiously.
"They have a different one," she replied and added, "Come on, or we'll be late."
Violet followed her to the car and sat at the seat next to the driver, while Stephanie was the one driving, so driver.
The car ride went in complete silence.
But it was loud enough in Violet's head.
Violet wondered about the upcoming hours. She sighed. She hated how life was unpredictable, yet it was predictable.
But she had to go on. No other way.
At last, Stephanie stopped the car in front of a large round series of gates, a stone path that went through it.
Violet took a breath, trying to calm herself and stepped out of the car.
