. . cork, ireland*ೃ༄ ━━ first person, lacie's pov! august twenty-fifth, third year.
𝑫𝑨𝒁𝒁𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺, 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑰 𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑼𝑷 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑬𝑵'𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑹. I looked so foolish; it was embarrassing.
Maman had always reminded me that my appearance mattered. I had to do my best to fit in with my family, and sometimes it was exhausting to do so. But I did it anyway because I wanted to make her proud. I wanted her to have something to like me for.
I still thought about those green eyes, the day of my first year at Tommen College. I wouldn't say I was obsessive; I couldn't help it. He was so pretty. even though I couldn't remember his name.
Cecilia, a thirteen-year-old sister, sat next to Maman's vanity as she put on dainty white earrings. humming to myself softly as I continue to comb her hair. "ow, Lacie!"
"Sorry," I whispered and tried to comb more softly. Cecilia's hair was super thick and was incredibly hard to comb through, much less style. But I loved her so much, I did it without complaint. I'd feel awful if she got hurt because of me.
"Did you pick up Papa's car with Sebastian?" Cecilia questioned, turning her head slightly. I nodded. Sebastian was my father's driver and felt more like a father to me than my own.
"Mhm," I hummed.
"How come you came back so late? apparently that Auto-Shop is only fifteen minutes away." I could practically feel her smirk.
"no reason."
liar.
Oh my gosh, shut up, Lacie.
"Were there any cute guys?"
"None of them were your age, so stop," I smile.
"Hey! I am very mature for my age!"
"Of course, Ceci. Very mature."
Then I hear Cecilia huff and apologize softly. She smirks and goes back to putting on her earrings and checking her uniform. At Tommen, everyone's required to wear a blue, grey, and black uniform with the implanted Tommen's crest on the side of it.
Twenty minutes later, Cecilia, Damien, and I were sitting in our dining hall with Maman and Papa.
"Merci, did it have to take you two that long?" Damien snickered, his accent dominating his voice.
