Words I never said (Forced MARRIAGE)

Chapter 5

I made my way down the marble stairs to the dinning room. I just couldn't believe my father fired Rose, just because of that. What's the BIG deal about the way I was dressed? Was it worth losing someone else's job?

My face was covered in thick make up, with thick blood red lips stick and light mascara. I mean honestly I look like a clown. No joke! My hair was just left sagging lightly and my bangs clipped to the right.

If Rose was here she would have never let me walk out looking like a drag queen slash clown whom looks like they came out of a 70's horror film preying for children's souls.

Jordan followed a couple steps ahead of me, guiding me towards the dining room. She just came here and already knew the way. While little ol' me, here needs guidance 24/7.

She stopped at the glass door waiting for me to enter. I didn't bother looking up, I muttered thanks and made my way towards the dinning table with my head hang low.

"lift your head up Summer! That is not the right way a daughter of mine should be walking" Lucia sneered.

I lifted my head up, eyes connecting with Lucida. Her brown eye's stared at me with disgust, while she had a smirk playing on her pink brims. I could smell the strong scent of her essence from all they way here, does she have to marinate in it?

Her red dress cuddling her perfect body and brown hair hanging in waves amongst her shoulders. Yep my step- mother is a model, well a retiree model to be exact but she looks way too young for her age, I mean the woman is 42 but with the surgy and heavy make up, you could mistaken us for twins.

Creepy I know.

A tight smile formed it's way towards my lips, biting my tongue hard from cussing at her. I stared at my father who was now eating his breakfasts without acknowledging my presence.

There was a figure glaring at Lucida, but wasn't sure since he had his face locked on Lucia, his jet-black hair combed backwards. Sigh, I moved towards the empty chair across from Damon.

Wait- Damon? What is he doing here? Our butler Ashton pulled the chair out as I sat down in front of Damon. He looks so- what is he doing here? He looked at me with a small smile, which I returned, before facing my father.

"Padre, ¿cuál es Damon Haciendo aquí?" isn't he meant to be fired like Rose? My father observed me with a blank expression.

"his here to take you to the shopping centre, you need a new gown for your ball tomorrow" he stated simply. Ugh don't even remind me about that!

"I thought he was fired," I indicated, while his eyes studied mine as if I was stupid.

"why would he be Summer?"

"I-I-I-I just assumed, because you fired Rose,"

"yes but his different,"

"what do you mean different? Y-you fired her because she didn't choose my outfit and watch me, and yet he stays?" I yelled furiously my fists clenching, I've never raised my voice at my father before. Usually I do whatever they want me to do. But now, this is just taking it too far!

He CAN'T just do that.

"watch how you speak to your father Summer!" Lucia snapped causing me to look at her, ugh I just felt like strangling her.

"Summer" my father spoke softly, but annoyance in his voice. I turned my attention back to him. "Rose should not have left your side, I gave her a duty to follow and yet she disobeys me?" sigh "And as for Mr Dyson he is the best guard out there, I cannot fire such a kind man whom have devoted his time protecting you" that was his answer, is he fricking serious?