"He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fairytale."
THE BEAUTY:
Margaret Langley, otherwise known as Maggie to those close to her, didn't know what made her so special to him. She didn't like attention, the constant watching, but somethin...
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MAGGIE LANGLEY:
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Maggie has always been known as the 'disappointment' Langley. Her parents were beyond amazing people, everyone loved them—aside from her—but she was nothing like them. They were prestigious CEO's that ran a family company and made billions. They'd had high expectations for Maggie, unfortunately she hadn't met them.
Instead of wanting to bury herself in school work and get the top grade in all of her classes, she wanted to put on her ballet shoes and dance until she couldn't. To say this had disappointed her parents was an understatement, it'd destroyed them. They still loved her...in their own way, but there was always a certain look of disappointment in their eyes whenever they looked her. A look that said how sad they were that she couldn't have been more like them.
It wasn't that she wasn't smart, she was. Maggie did great in school and was always in the top ten percent of her class, she just didn't want to do anything outside of school aside from ballet. After a long time, her parents had finally realized that she wouldn't be who they wanted her to be and gave up on her. Instead of dreams of Yale, she attended Julliard. Rather than going on to run the company, she got a small portion that did relatively well under her direction. Like she said, she'd disappointed them.
Maybe that was why both of her parents phones were going straight to voicemail and why they weren't responded to her. She knew they were bitter about her life plans going downhill, but this was extreme.
Maggie groaned as she stuffed her phone into her jacket pocket, it was pouring rain as usual in Seattle, no surprise, and she needed to get inside. Luckily, a burger joint off of Third Avenue caught her eye and she began walking towards the entrance. Maggie would like to say that she had better things to do, but that would be a lie. The truth was if you had told her two years ago that she would be where she was, she would've laughed in your face. Now look at her, alone and her career in shatters.
Did the reporters who verbally attacked her, the people who demanded she leave behind the only thing she's ever loved until she couldn't handle it, know the kind of damage they did to her? That their constant pestering ruined her life? Because she did and it fucking hurt.
'A bunch of life-eating vultures.' Maggie thought bitterly. 'Every last one of them and they can all rot in hell.'
She shook her head at her thoughts before pushing open the door, a bell rung above her and a few people in the restaurant turned to look at her before looking away. It was a really nice restaurant, it looked straight from sixties and she loved it immensely. An older lady smiled brightly at her as she approached the counter. "Hello, ma'am. What can I get you?" She asked as Maggie took a seat. It was one of those red spinning chairs that you always saw in movies and she had to resist the spin herself in circles.
