Lost Cinderella

Chapter 13 - letters

My dear Y/n,

My darling, I sense annoyance from your last letter. You really are adorable. I reeeeeaaaalllyyyyy wanted to prolong sending this letter but I just couldn't bear to hear about your reaction and what you'll do with this. There should be another small envelope within the envelope this letter was in. Aren, the red haired boy in your village has been spending some time with Blaire and it seems she's stuck in quite the predicament now. A curse in the form of a blessing shall I say? There's a receipt in the small envelope my dear. Can you guess what it is? I can tell your heart must be racing though I wish it were for me rather than a paper but alas, I hope to make you fall for me soon enough my angel. I'll let your suspense end here. I'm expecting a reply my sweet y/n.

-Your dear Lumiere

I checked the envelope and there it was. A smaller envelope closed with wax in the form of a heart.

'He's really too much' I thought with a smile.

I opened it to find another paper with messy handwriting. Though messy it was legible.

The receipt labelled the buyer as Blaire L/n and the receipt was for .....

mifepristone? but that's used for - OH MY GOD

My hand shot up to cover my mouth as my expression contorted to that of shock. I was stunned. She's been hiding this? I didn't think what she was hiding was this serious. Does Lydia know? Blaire hasn't been showing any signs.

I was stunned for a few minutes but the shock faded as I thought of the power I hold right now. I could storm up to Blaire right now and use this against her. Or using it against Lydia would be fun. Oh this is wonderful. She wouldn't dare look down at me again if I use this against her. After all, Blaire IS her daughter.

The satisfaction would be temporary though. Knowing them, they would devise a plan to rid me of this receipt - that would lead everything to ruins. Everything would go back to how it is now if they do that. No

I can't let them know I have this. Instead I think I know exactly what I wanna do with this.

But first let's write back to Lumiere.

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Author's POV:

Dresses, necklaces, jewels, shoes and many other items piled up as the blonde searched frantically through her wardrobe. Her brown eyes tired and red from crying.

"Where is it? I swear it was right here!" She pulled at her hair, stressed.  Unaware of her sister and mother's arrival.

"Um, Blaire?" Her brown eyes shot towards the door to see Claire and her mother. Claire stayed there ,stuck in place after witnessing her perfect sister in such a state.

There Claire stood prim and perfect. Her blonde hair smooth and flowing until her waist, flicked outwards at the ends. The front in a side part with her bangs framing her face making her look even neater, not a single strand was out of place. Her dress a baby pink flowing until her ankles, not a wrinkle to be seen. She was the epitome of neat.

Then there was Blaire. Her feet sore from pacing around the room all day and night. Her eyes red and dark. Her hair tangled and her middle part noticeably off-centre. Her purple dress wrinkled and loose.

'Why did she wear that dress? I thought she wanted to get it fitted' Claire's thoughts concerned the dishevelled state of her sister.

The older blonde scanned the room and walked over to the pile of items examining it. Blaire's most precious jewels - the ones she kept high up, cleaned herself, and wouldn't let anyone touch, the ones Blaire considered of high regard were now there on the floor. What happened to Blaire? In a stern voice Lydia decided to take charge and spoke,