Rouge Lace

~Chapter one~

Lady Tremaine was a vile woman. Her marriages worth nothing but money and status, her relationship with the public, superficial and fake. The only people she truly cared for seemed to be her two children, Drizella and Anastasia, neither of them obtaining their mother's elegant looks, even them she did not always love. Their antics annoyed her, the dreadful musical skills Drizella obtained, infecting your ears every time you listened, and Anastasia, her dreary artistic talent, if you could call it that, making everything she drew look as if it was a caricature.

However, there was a person she treated worse than everyone else. Y/N. Her obedient stepdaughter, once bound by marriage, but as her husband, Y/N's father, had passed,            
Y/N became like a servant to her, a slave some would say.

Y/N did whatever her stepmother and stepsisters asked. Bring them breakfast. Change their sheets. Wash their clothes. Sweep up the floors. Her laborious jobs tired her out. Leaving her asleep by 9Pm and awake by 5Am. This was her meticulous routine, and she was exhausted, her joints ached every second of every day, her back gave her much grief and she felt dizzy every time she stood. Yet, she couldn't stop the imposing feeling of wanting to help her stepmother, she wanted her validation badly, and only few times had she gotten it.
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She was in her attic, fast asleep, her bodily clock not gone off just yet, when she was woken by the sound of shouting, her name. Y/N sat up dizzily.

"Y/N!!" Her stepmother bellowed up the stairs.

"I'm coming Madame!" She hurriedly scrambled out of her bed, pulling on her dusty dress and musty ballet pumps before running down the spiral staircase, her fingers gliding along the wooden banister, weary of getting splinters. Her breaths turning into pants as she nears the bottom of the stairs, coming face to face with her stepmother. Y/N looked up into her cool eyes.

"Breakfast. Where is it?" Lady Tremaine asks calmly, her eyes wonder up and down Y/N's body, her face emotionless, a block of steel.

"I'm dreadfully sorry Madame... I've only just awoken, I'll make it immediately." She tried to swiftly walk past Madonna Tremaine, but to no avail, her wrist was grabbed ahold of. She blushed as she looked back at her stepmother, searching her eyes rapidly. "Madame?" Y/N's brows furrowed slightly.

"Next time. Don't make me tell you to do it." She hissed quietly at Y/N, before waltzing away.