{1} Princess - P. Jackson 🔱

"Iris-messages and lies."

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"Amor, oh-ooh-, te vejo quatro e vinte lá em casa," The music filled the silence in the living room after I connected my Spotify account on the TV. Xamã's voice helped me focus easily on the dress I started to design after buying the fabric with Thomas days ago.

My sketchbook laid flat on the dining table with the sketch of a beautiful small red satin dress and a glued piece of the fabric I was using. The back was drawn open with thin straps to pull and tie on your back to keep the front tight and accentuated on your waist. The cleavage was squared with thin straps by your shoulders, and a small decent slit by the left thigh.

Wearing my Nike gym shorts, and the Vasco jersey my father had given me, I put my hair up on a bun with the help of my pencil. Focused on cutting the fabric on the marks I had done with the white pencil, I didn't noticed Adriana beside me until she spoke.

"You're making a mess in the house," She ate a spoon of her Açaí bowl. I had to hold myself to not roll my eyes at her, can't she just leave me alone?

Adriana is not a bad person, she just doesn't like me and I don't like her. I have my reasons but her reasons to hate me are what? No one will ever know.

"Aurora wanted to play and I had nowhere to go." If I had my own room, this wouldn't be happening, but I decided to stay quiet. I stopped cutting the fabric and surrounded the mannequin with it, adding needles to hold it together. "I'll clean up everything later, it's not like I was going to leave everything messy."

She hummed, scraping the spoon on the condensed milk on top of the açaí as she watched me. I felt a smile wanting to come out of my lips, remembering the times I would be doing clothes in the living room with Aunt Lina lying on the couch. She would always help me out, giving opinions and encouraging me along with Annabeth, who always said that was going to be my number one fan when I opened my own store.

While marking up where I would have to sew, Adriana sat on the chair next to me and started to flip the pages of my sketchbook. "I have to admit that you know what you're doing." She said.

"Thanks, I guess?" I replied without looking up at her.

"This one is actually really pretty..." She mumbled, hitting the tip of her nail on the page. "Did you make it or only drew?" I bit my lip, standing up straight and looking at the book. My breath caught on my throat, tension creeping up my shoulders.

It was the dress I'd shown Percy when he first sat with me at lunch in school. His voice rang in my head saying that it was ugly but I knew by his teasing smile that he was just messing with me.

I never thought that I would see Percy in everything I do, but somehow it happened. He was on everyone skateboarding on the streets, he was on every blue thing I saw, watching princess movies were a nightmare and every time I close my eyes his voice rings in my ears saying how much he hates me.

Was that true?

My arms tingled as if I could still feel his anger.

"Maria? Are you ignoring me?" Adriana's voice took me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, I just... I don't like that dress."

"Why not?" Her voice sounded genuinely surprised.

"Well, it's ugly." I ended up sounding ruder than I wanted to.

"Hell no, it's not." She scoffed, standing up with her bowl in hand. "Something so well done like that can't be called ugly."

"Whatever," I mumbled, holding the needle between my lips.