Dreams Apart

The rumor

                 Flashback -yearss back

"You're dating Mr. Miller? You?" She scoffed, her blond hair pale and yellow with a rich beige tone that blended with warmth. Her lips lit with gloss, and she wore a mini skirt with a crop top that fleshed her belly button.

She intended on following Angela to the female bathroom and stood as though she owned the place. Angela cleared her throat softly before she questioned. "Uhm, you mean Austin?

"I think it'd be best if you'd call him formally; my mother would really appreciate that." Lisa surely bragged.

"Oops, I meant Mrs. Miller, Diana-Diana Miller." She smirked.

The room was silent afterwards, and only the sound of water falling into the sink broke it. Angela had flunked her math test, and she specifically starved herself that day because her self-consciousness and Diana's shame towards her thighs told her to.

Now this, for sure, was the cherry on top. Who does she think she is?

"I don't think I can really call him that because I usually call him Austin at home." Angela replied. A cringe-worthy but simple way to end a little blonde girl's delusions.

"Home?" Lisa was questioned in disbelief.

"Yes, home, where Diana, who you call mommy, begs me to do the same, although I just really can't since I have a mother of my own, don't you?" She asked sarcastically, stepping on her millionaire mother's ego.

"Excuse me?" On that same afternoon, she'd run to her mother with the angering news.

"She has that stupid girl in her home?!" She barged into her mother's kitchen, interrupting as her mother yelled at the servants.

"And what are you–" Her mother took a quick pause to look at the ingredients that were placed on the kitchen counter.

"on about?" She finished off with relief to see the low-calorie ingredients.

"Diana has this twarb at home who's seeing Austin!!" She yelled.

"1: Twarb is not a word.

2: That girl is only being used by Diana to earn sympathy and applause from the media along with potential investors." She swung her fingers to dismiss the servants as she spoke.

"That girl's mother, Maria, had many interested parties, but I'm sure Diana believes they can shift the deals they had with Maria to her instead. I'm pretty sure you remember Maria, don't you?" Lisa remembered Maria quite well, and that was one of the reasons she despised Angela.

She envied her.

She shared an obsession for Maria as a kid, along with every book she had ever written. Her room lit in pale white and peach at all times to represent Maria's asthetic when she was younger, along with clothes.

This infuriated her mother, Lorraine.

"I didn't ask about her dead mother." She knew about it already. Angela was the daughter of the woman she had so badly adored when she was younger—the woman she wished was her mother instead.