A Crown For A Heart

1. You've Got To Be Kidding Me

So long. It's been so long since I stood under the shower yet my back still ached from the memories of my tussle in the bed. From stretching around my bed in order to find my blanket to realising that one side of my pillow was colder than the other, I lost around two hours to wondering how I could attain a comatose state. Apparently, it wasn't happening to me this week.

I was deemed to be reduced to my hourly naps.

I shut the tap with a resolution of finding a warm towel, silently praying that my Mum had decided to launder them. If they weren't dry, I would have no choice but to drown myself in the bathtub. There was no way I was taking any more anxiety inducing shit today, considering that it was the biggest day of my life. The day that would decide my fate in the Fellora Creations.

Most people would tilt their heads sideways with an inquisitive glance, wondering what on earth I would be doing at an animation studio. For all the elites and their stereotypes, a girl with a normal routine and clean clothes wouldn't fit into the gaming studio. It was at this juncture that I would smile, nod at their idiocy and inform them that Fellora Creations was a wedding organisation event and that the splendid party that they were enjoying was planned by yours truly.

The first reactions were always of surprise, the slight bend of the back with the "o" of the mouth. Excusing themselves with a fake laugh and then steering the conversation around my job requirements and salary, the latter which I would politely shut down with a smile. They would disapprove and shake their heads at my dismissal, wondering what sort of lady would have mothered me.

Well, one that taught me to mind my goddamn business.

I stepped out of my shower carefully to avoid tripping the carpet as I searched the cabinets for a towel, biting down my lower lip. I spotted my hairdryer with its cord lying untangled as my makeup kit lay unassembled. Mother dearest had ransacked my closet again.

Stark naked, I walked out of the bathroom with a huff as the wooden tiles lined with trails of water. Risking a possibility of death by tripping on it, I began knocking on her door, only to find it ajar with her body lying motionless. Her face was caked in makeup while her feet dangled out of the bed, adorning her brightest red heels. The consequence of the celebration party at her firm last night, I presumed.

I sighed, losing my initial purpose as I walked to her side and curled my fingers around my lock. Squeezing the water from them, I shook my hands violently at her face as they fell on her eyes.

"Aah jeez, stop spraying the champagne on my face, Klaus!" She covered her face with her arms until her eyes opened and she saw me. "Jesus!"

"I wish," I mused, crossing my arms in front of her as my hips protruded slightly. "Atleast he could save your sinful soul."

"You're literally naked in front of me, Renai," She murmured, clutching her head. "Don't tell me you lost your tampon or something."

"Nah, my complaint's slightly more crucial this time. Also, you would be able to help. I need a towel right now because I'm getting late!"

"Towels? Towels... What are towels? Oh like the ones with fluff?"

Oh my god, she has a concussion.

"Mom, the ones we use to dry ourselves?"

"Right, right. Take it from the washing machine."

"I NEED A DRY ONE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"

"What a beautiful siren my daughter is. That's all the towels we have today, young lady. You can go naked to work if you can't use them."