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These are ideas/ collections of work I wanted to get down because in the end, I almost always end up forgetting or deleting the book before I can get more than a few chapters in. So, to all my loyal readers, fellow writers, amazing voters...
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CHAPTER 1
"It's so beautiful, isn't it, Lenora?" Alice Constantine was showing us a ring her boyfriend bought her. I watched stoically, but I kept that dazzling smile on my face when her said boyfriend came waltzing in like a Titan from the cafeteria side, filthy rich with every feature he contained. Alice grins, standing and smiling up at him while I glance at my stilettos with a pause, the tag was hanging out, leaning down to slide it under the sole of my foot, Lenora Fleming stands in her short Chanel dress, hugging Axel McLaren and kissing him like that in itself would melt him. He pecks her, moving to sit down as the two other Royal elite members take their seats on either side of Alexander Harrington.
A global phenomenon in the software programming business, even had his own bloody brand. His silver eyes glance over in boredom. Specifically at Alice. They don't even look at me, considering the top I wore tightened against my breasts. None of the Royal elite boys of this prestigious academy looked that. They preferred elegance.
Something Alice began wearing when the arranged marriage between her and Alexander was announced between the families. I'd known them and been here for all of five years, and I knew every dirty little secret about each of them. Everyone else here thought I was just a rich bitch and a manicured, dumb slut of the century. Bloody ridiculous, "How was economics, my darling?" Alice asks him sweetly. Pulling her napkin down on her lap while I glimpse around social media, making sure to check that my wig was still in place. I looked like a ginger with blue eyes and no freckles, the amount of bloody make-up I wore each day was sure to give me some sort of kin irritation at some point, but not yet, thankfully.
I became Candice Brooklyn six years ago.
"Candice, you got enough photos, I need an ice tea." Lenora holds out a wad of cash to me, dropping it carelessly on the table.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" I snap with the stupidest American accent that made most of the guys wince.
"Pretty please." She begs me. Huffing, I grab the case and slide out a twenty, handing the rest back to her before my phone buzzes, grabbing it, I step down in my ridiculous heels. Whistles are disgustingly sent my way. I step in line, still hating the fact people will move aside for me, terrified of my apparently bratty stature.
I order her iced tea, glancing at my phone when an encrypted message comes on.
I delete it, but not before memorising each letter, the only reason why tests and exams weren't a problem for someone who forgets nothing. A chemically induced manufacture that I had worked on in my previous years. I mean, it was still senior year of high school after all, but I had more than just a fake name and look under my sleeve. I grab the ice tea, thanking the staff member and telling her to keep the tip. It's not like Lenora would miss it. I move back to the grand table, still with my phone in hand.
I hand Lenora her ice tea, she grabs it, not looking at me. I sit down in my seat, going back on my phone, "...Alex, are you proposing everyone come to the cabin this weekend?" She giggles, sounding excited.
