This isn't for the likes of you. Enjolras x OC

Chapter one

This isn't for the likes of you

''Ugh this dress is so itchy!!'' She pinched her sides hoping to get rid of the annoying itch that was caused by the new dress her father picked out for her. He said she needed to look presentable for tonight's dinner party, maybe it was because her father had a possible suitor for marriage or maybe it was going to be all business. He did say he had some exciting news.

She was already 18 years old, normally girls her age would have already been pregnant with their second child. The plan was to get Sophia married at age 16, but Sophia did everything to sabotage that idea. She didn't want that life or this life. Having all the money and not being able to use it for the poor frustrated her. Instead the money was being spent on dresses, banquets, dinner parties and political parties. Although when it came to politics, France was as rotten as it could be. There was so much poverty, workers weren't being paid well and taxes were getting higher.

Soldiers were getting more disrespectful towards the poor or average living people and they kissed the ground where the rich would walk upon. It's a twisted game, and sadly Sophia was a part of it. Her father is one of the most respected people of Paris, not to mention one of the richest as well. And Sophia hated it, the way her world was built on lies, on how his money would be part of a better Paris, but in reality they just wanted more control of the city, and more money. Freedom of speech would be punished roughly and if you didn't have a name to the city they would discard you without any question. Paris was corrupted by the men that promised a better future, but their promises were nothing but empty.

''My lady, this dress looks absolutely beautiful on you, I would bet your father would be most pleased with how you look tonight at the dinner party'' said the housemaid. Sophia huffed out a heavy breath, truth to be honest, the dress was horrible, the color made her look paler than she really is, and her make up wasn't helping as well. Her painted rosy cheeks were the only thing standing out. Yes, this was the beauty standard for wealthy people, she hated it. Her hair was up in numerous tangles and a few strands were framing her face. Her scalp was already hurting from the housemaid pulling and curling her hair to her liking. And let's not talk about the shoes!

''Thank you Anna, you are most kind with your words, I must thank you for all your hard work'' Sophia gave Anna the housemaid a small smile, the housemaid was a kind middle-aged woman who did not have the fortune of finding a husband so she pledged her life to service. Sophia's father sometimes jests about how if Sophia didn't find a husband soon her life would become like Anna's.

But Sophia knew that it wasn't a jest at all. It was a mockery as well.

It's not that she hated her father, no she loved him. It was the world her father was living in she hated. Her step-mother was different from her father. She was mean and only had eyes for her 2 year old son.

She was the one who brought her father to the idea of her getting married. Just so that Sophia could move out of the house and her Step-mother wouldn't be bothered with her. A husband would take care of her. While she could use the extra room for expanding her clothing closet.

''I bet Lady Elyna would also be pleased to see you like this, this could very well be the night you find a proper suitor, My Lady'' Anna replied excitedly. Anna was oblivious to all the poison in her household and she wanted a happy life for Sophia. A good home with a caring husband that would take care of her and her needs. But Sophia didn't want to follow society rules or expectations. So she just huffed and itched her body again as the dress was still uncomfortable.

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Candles were flickering, a nice feast was placed on the table that was way too long, wine was being served. Same old same old. Apart from the meal everything was bland. It had no personality whatsoever. The wine tasted bitter as Sophia took sips, it made her shudder a little.