𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒄𝒆 | 𝒈𝒙𝒈

𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

My phone buzzed just as I finished doing my eyeliner, for the 10th time today. I was meeting Emily at the cafe and I was trying to look pretty, more than usually at least. The favorite part of my day was when her eyes scanned my body, she was oblivious to me noticing which just made it sweeter, so ever since I made it my mission to dress even prettier.

I chose a cropped cream turtleneck that showed just the right amount of abs, I worked way too hard for them to be hiding them under the fabric. I paired it with simple light wash mom jeans that made my ass look amazing. I added a long black leather trench and Saint Laurent Opyum boots with a black YSL heel. Comfortable? Not so much. Hot? Very.

I still had to put on my lipstick, I was thinking dark red but maybe that'd be too much, we'll see. Other than that, I was basically ready. I picked my phone and saw that Em texted, I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips.
Emi🪽:
"Lmk when you're on your way"

"I'll leave in 5 princess"

The text earned me a long paragraph of red hearts and I chuckled, Em was a little extra with the emojis sometimes.

I ended up choosing a dark red lip oil, the lipstick was a tad too much for the neighborhood cafe. I put my keys and phone in my purse, along with my wallet, and went downstairs.

I noticed my mom was reading a book in the living room, a glass of white wine in her hand per usual. It's ridiculous that she's the one who lectured me about drinking when she can't get through the day without a glass of wine, or five.

"Mom I'm heading out to meet Em" I said as I speed walked to the door, I really didn't want her to talk to me and she usually never really does, unless she's in a bad mood.

"You're dressed up way too nice for a cafe" she commented, lazily lifting her eyes from the book to size me up. I wanted to groan, or violently roll my eyes, or both, but that would just make her mad and make me late.

"Just felt like it" I tried to brush her off but she seemed to want to talk, she rose up from the white plush sofa and started walking towards me. God, I really don't have time for any of this.

"You two have been hanging out a lot lately" mother commented. Honestly I didn't think she kept tabs on who I was meeting and when, she never really seemed to care as long as I wasn't partying.

I hummed in annoyance and bit the inside of my cheek, she didn't really say anything I can comment on, and I really fucking wanted this conversation to be over.

"She seems like a good influence on you" she continued, she wasn't wrong but it still annoyed me, everything about her annoyed me.

"Yes mother, your point?" I snapped at her, my brain finally catching up with her motives, she's trying to confirm her suspicions and I am most definitely not ready for that conversation. Yes, my grandparents and Gus knew I'm gay, I told nonna first and I knew she told grandpa, but I never came out officially to my parents. I still remember what my mom said about her friend's son when he came out, how he is "embarrassing the family" just because he's gay, and I was not keen on having to go through this conversation.

Not to mention her plans to marry me off to whomever she sees fit. Arranged marriages were not uncommon within our social clubs, everyone knew that if you failed to find a suitable match, your mother would find it for you. Mother already had some candidates in mind, Wyatt leading the race, but there were others she kept her eye on. She'd never force me to marry anyone, per se, but she'd try to set me up with any bachelor she sees fit.  

Usually, it was expected of the young heiresses to act accordingly, play by the book and be polite. The boys were of course up to a different standard, like men usually were, but for most girls we had to act polite and feminine, be graceful and obedient.