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"What?!" I loudly exclaim.
My mother rolls her eyes at my outburst, continuing to circle expensive jewelry in a magazine.
"I said that Genovia Choi and I came to an agreement that you and her son are getting betrothed," my mother repeats herself in a serious tone.
"What?!" I exclaim again, shocked.
Is she crazy?
She glances up from her magazine to glare at me.
"I am not repeating myself again, Danielle," my mother practically snaps at me.
Excuse me?!
She doesn't have the right to be upset with me! She's the one arranging a marriage for her sixteen-year-old daughter behind her back!
The worst part about this, besides me marrying a guy, is that she's only doing this for money!
Ugh.
She's such a gold digger!
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" I shout, climbing down from my barstool.
It isn't even eleven in the morning and she's already ruined my day. This has to be some kind of record.
"Watch your mouth when you're talking to me—your mother!" she yells back.
I give her one of the nastiest glares I can muster, feeling sixteen years of anger boiling in my veins.
"I knew this day would come eventually, but I think you've actually lost your goddamn mind!" I yell, not expecting her to lose it so soon.
She slams her glass down on the table, not caring if it breaks or not. Of course, she wouldn't care—she's not the one who pays for it.
"I'd watch it if I were you. I could still make good on my threat to that Kang kid," she snaps.
I tighten my jaw so no more curses spill out of my mouth.
A bitch.
That's how she treats me—like a bitch she can command at will. And when I don't jump at her every word, she thinks she has the right to be mad at me.
She's so sick in the head that she's beyond fixing.
"Good girl," she smirks. "Now go get dressed. Genovia and Beomgyu will be here soon," she says, dismissing me as she returns to her magazines.
My jaw tightens further as I turn around and make my way back upstairs.
When she dies, I hope they lock her in a room and torture her until she can't take it anymore and—
Oh, wow.
That was way too dark, even for me.
I honestly don't think this day could get any worse.
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I decided to wear a dress that resembles my life at the moment.
The dress is black with loose, puffed-out sleeves that stop near my elbows. The body is form-fitting with a modest curved neckline, and the bottom ends at the middle of my thighs, with a small triangular slit on one side that exposes my thigh.
My mom hates this dress.
She thinks I look like a hooker going to a funeral.
I'm so pissed at her that I don't even care. It's just a piece of fabric at the end of the day!
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Clueless | DAERIN
Fanfictionmaybe it's me, or maybe it's you maybe I never learned my lesson *** This is a DAERIN adaptation. This story is not mine. All rights go to the original author.
