Mafia Daughter

Chapter 1: Dad

 I was thinking about my dead brother... he died from a wolf attack when he was 14. I was only 7 my sister Clover was 8.

I miss him. He was the only one that ever understood me... no one not even Clover understood me now.

"Daisy? Hun... are you okay," Clover calls and I look over to her. Her long blonde hair tumbles down her back in a straight pony-tail her nose long and eyes an emerald green.

She wore a blue shirt that had a V that dipped low with black skinny jeans, if Father were to decide her outfit he wouldn't pick that for our tea time.

"Yes Clover I'm fine," I answer her and she smiles at me before pushing me towards my closet. "Then go change! Father is having a meeting soon and we all have to be there," she scowls.

Father was in a certain group now... he joined when my brother died... now he has many strange visitors that make Mom want to cry after they leave but none the less we must look our best.

"Yes Clover," I say obeying her wishes "wear the blue dress or the black one!" she orders. I shut the closet door on her but she keeps talking from the other side.

"The thigh-high one!" she continues as I grab the blue ones she wishes for me to wear.

It has matching diamonds at the top that follows the strapless trim.

"Okay," I respond and she taps the door "don't forget the black heels too! OH! Leave you hair down too," she orders.

I listen for her footsteps as she retreats from my room.

I sigh and step out of the closet. I go to my bathroom which has blue walls not pink. I hate the color pink for some odd reason.

Maybe it's because parents' and random boys tell me a girl is to love only the color pink.  Sexist is the only word I can think of for them.

I get dressed quickly and look up into the mirror. My ginger curly hair was tangled  and I ran my hand through my hair trying to untangle it fast.

I hear a tap on my bathroom door and turn to see my Father.

His black and gray hair streaked hair was gelled back out of his face. His green eyes match Clover's. I wish my eye's were like his but I got stuck with a crappy hazel.

 "Come in," I chime and he walks towards me. I take in his navy blue suit and black dress shoes.  They remind me of elf shoes because they are pointy at the end.

"You look beautiful today," he smiles and I hug him "and you handsome Father," I smile back when we pull away. "We have special guest today," he reminds me "I remember Father," I laugh.

"Good. I must get back downstairs now. I expect you to join soon my Ginger snap," he says. Ginger snap... my pet name. Most people call me Ginger even when I insist the call me by my real name, which is Daisy.

"Yes Father." I say and he leaves. I put on mascara and look at my self  finally.

The dress shows off my curves well and the mascara makes my eyelashes look longer. I sigh and head downstairs where deep and high voices have begun to get louder.