Fairly Wicked (Coming Soon)

One | Appearances

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My face screwed up in distaste as mother played and styled my unruly dark locks. "Is this truly necessary?" I asked, failing in my attempt to leave the bitterness out of my tone.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror. Her elegant round features a standout from my sharp and defined ones. Her light brown hair high upon her head in a shower of beauty.

Her beauty was obvious. She was rather attractive for her age though her eyes were dull and bland. Dimmed with the sense ridden life she lived.

"Yes Danielle, we will not hear the end of it if you show up at Lord Crowley's ball appearing as a rat." My mother responded, her chin raised in dignity. As if she couldn't stand the thought of talk.

I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips in irritation. "You mean you won't hear the end of it. Have I shown interest in what Lord Crowley thinks of me?" I asked snarkily.

Her eyes narrowed in the mirror. "Well you best be thinking of what he thinks of you Danielle, you are set to be married to his son."

I laughed harshly. "You mean Edward? Try Edwart! The boy is such a buffoon mother!" I cried out.

She rolled her eyes, not commenting on my choice of words. "Keep that tongue of yours in check while we're there please, Danielle." She murmured.

My face scrunched up at the use of my full name. "Its Dani mother." I answered moodily.

She muttered something under her breathe. "Dani isn't a name fit for a lady." She said calmly.

I mocked her words in a snappy voice. "Dani isn't a name fit for a lady la la la..." I mimicked. "Ever consider I'm not a lady? I'm a child in every other sense until you need to keep up your appearances."

She sighed, annoyed with my attitude but holding back on it. "Considered would be the correct tense." She corrected.

I rolled my eyes and refrained from replying. Watching the mirror as she did up my looks as best she could. My olive skin coloured well against my brown almost black curls and light green eyes. A pale silvery scar ran down my cheek and I closed my eyes. Mother was convinced my scar was a downer to my appearance, that my darker skin was less beautiful than my sister's creamy coloured skin. As if I could change that.

I was always the least favoured of the two of us. My sister was gorgeous with her innocent and rosy looks, her graceful personality and such. I on the other hand was seen as the reckless undeserving daughter. Black sheep of the family if you wish.

My thoughts and wonders were that of an embarrassing child according to society.

Yet I was the eldest and so expected to marry first.

Despite my young age of sixteen, supposedly I was expected to go out and attend the balls and gatherings thrown. I was soon turning seventeen which meant finding my way into marriage was soon to be a given. Though I didn't really have a choice to find my way and my own suitor, arranged marriages were what mother preferred for me.

Much to my disgust.

Mother sighed, setting down the brush. "I am doing whats best for you, Danielle, I hope you realise."

I held her gaze in the mirror. "Yet the best isn't what I wish for myself." I murmured. "I only long for freedom mother not money."

I lifted myself out of the chair, pulling down the end of my sleeve more. I stared at her briefly then turned and left the room.