FRAGILE - The Runaway Girl

Puppet - 1

Trigger warning : Depiction of strong language, abuse, sexual assault, violence.

At Lancaster Mansion :

As the moon shined brightly in the sky and evening approached, a gentle breeze blew through room of Isabella Lancaster. She took seat in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection for what felt like the umpteenth time.

Isabella was all dolled up, getting ready for a party. She was quite excited to attend and explore new things, unaware of the secrets that lurked in that elegant venue.

Little did she know, behind the scenes, a clandestine gathering of criminals and mafias from different worlds is taking place in the same venue. But for Isabella, this was just a lavish party.

Isabella struggles to put on the dress in her room, feeling a mix of panic and nervousness, as the voice of her Dad, Robert Lancaster echoes from downstairs, urging her to come down quickly. "Bella! Hurry Up!" He shouts again.

She checks herself in the mirror, unsure about the revealing dress that had been chosen for her to wear. She turns to Tia, her personal maid who was more like her best friend, and pleases, "Tia! Can I wear something else?"

Tia, with admiration in her eyes, approaches her and gently pats her head, Tia was so affectionate towards her, as Isabella spend most of the time with her than she did with her own family. "Bella, you're looking so beautiful. Can you please bear with it? Just one night?" She pleaded. Isabella sighed, feeling a bit reluctant but eventually gave in. "I guess, I have no other option!" Isabella whined, closing her eyes, she wasn't an obedient child, but listened to Tia, like she was her daughter.

Tia was just a middle aged women, appointed to take care of Isabella, when she was just a child, and now they have an unbreakable bond.

Isabella stood in front of her bedroom mirror, nervously adjusting the straps of her dress, while she wore her Classic Black masquerade.

Wearing Masquerade was a compulsion to hide one's identity, "I don't why we need this for a simple party" she whispered to herself, while she stared her own reflection in the mirror.

She can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as She was getting ready for her first venture out into the party, after so long.

The walls of her family's opulent mansion have kept her sheltered for far too long, and now she's ready to break free from her father's old-fashioned beliefs.

As she looks at her reflection, Isabella rolls her eyes internally at her's dad idea of women's place is to be married off to a rich husband and handle the house. She knows there's so much more to do in life than that. Tonight, she's determined to prove her worth and show everyone what she's capable of.

Isabella stood up, determined to present herself confidently at the event. "I think I'm ready enough to present our family," she declared. She wore a sleek black dress, holding a shimmering silver purse in her hand, and slipped into matching pencil heels.

With a deep breath, She gathered her courage. As she grabs her purse and heads downstairs, she can't help but feel a surge of excitement.

She left the room and called out for her dad as she descended the stairs.

Isabella's POV :

As I wandered around, I realized there was no immediate reply from dad. Curiosity filled my mind, wondering where he could be.

I stepped into the main hall of the mansion, my eyes scanning the room in search of dad. But to my dismay, he was nowhere to be found.

Just then, the head butler of the house Mr. Bill approached me, his warm smile putting me at ease.