My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 24: Confessions

Savannah's POV:

I stood in front of the mirror, examining my outfit for tonight's dinner. I wore a pure white, floral-laced, and long sleeved short dress. My golden hair was curled to perfection and I wore absolutely no make up at all. Why wear make up, when you can go all natural?

I walked out of the purple bedroom to find Griffin waiting outside in his tuxedo and perfectly gelled hair. He gaped at me, while I smirked at him.

"Like what you see?" I teased.

He gulped and his cheeks tinged pink. "Maybe."

"Let's go and eat. I'm starving!" I announced, before I dragged him down the stairs in my neutral-colored platform pumps.

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We arrived at the extravagant dining room and I took a seat beside Griffin at the long, wooden table. My parents were already digging into plates full of mashed potatoes, corn, and steak. Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke looked at us with smiles. Well, Mr. Clarke forced a smile towards us.

My mom smiled at me, showing off her radiant and perfectly straight white teeth. Her light, blonde hair was up in a chignon, which is basically a fancy word for bun. Her gold gown sparkled with glitter and cascaded down her waist. She was the definition of pure elegance.

"How was school, Savannah?" she asked with interest.

"Good," I answered, as I took a bite of some steak. Oh my gosh, the steak is divine. The big steak was salty and juicy, making my tastebuds long for more.

"Have you applied to college, sweetie?"

"Yes, mother. I'm applying for Yale," I replied and she nodded in approval of the school I have chosen. My father smiled too, but I turned away to face Mr. and Mrs. Clarke, both looking in love. Mrs. Clarke was giggling and leaning in close to Mr. Clarke, who winked at her. It's weird seeing him in a happy mood because when I met him, he was strict and mean. I guess Mrs. Clarke brings the best in him.

"You're following the steps of your father?" my mom asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I faced her and sighed. She was the only parent, I could tolerate, but she can get so pushy and uptight. She expects me to be an elegant and polite young lady, but in reality, I'm not really. I snore and I eat with my mouth open. I don't wear dresses and I can be quite rude, when you get on my bad side.

"No, I'm getting a degree in art," I informed her, causing her to gape at me.

"Art is silly, Savannah Georgia Winter. Take up on something that you success in. A four year old can paint better than you so why not study law? You can be the first female president, if you want to," my dad declared.

His words hurt right there, in my heart. Tears were in the making, as I blinked rapidly. How dare he say that to my face! See? This is why I dislike my parents.

Griffin placed his hand on my lap to comfort me, but I couldn't take it anymore. Art is my life, my passion. My father criticized the only thing I love.

"I would love to study law!" I exclaimed in a sarcastic tone. "If I wanted to be a stuck-up rich guy, like yourself!" I shouted in anger, pounding my fist on the table. Plates shook and the diamond chandelier, hanging from the ceiling, was about to collapse.

I took off and stormed outside. The rain was pouring hard and my dress clung to my skin. My curled hair became a tangled up mess.

"I'm terrible at art! No one loves me! My parents are ashamed of me because I can't live up to their standards. And I'm too ugly for anyone to look at!" I shouted to no one in particular. I repeated the words, like a mantra, getting louder. Tears flowed down my cheeks, as I criticized myself for every single flaw I have.

"Savannah!" Griffins shouted and I turned towards him with tears in my eyes. His tuxedo was now, soaked to the bone and his hair became shaggy and brown.

"What do you want?" I cried out, already giving up.

Mother Nature was in sync with my feelings because the rain began to pour harder. My tears became uncontrollable and I just wanted to end my life, again. Griffin strode toward me and his blue eyes were so bright with concern. He hugged me tightly and I sobbed into his chest, letting all of my emotions out.  Seconds later, I pulled away from him because I was not worthy enough to touch him.

"Why are you criticizing yourself?" he asked with concern.

More tears came and I sighed. "B-because I'm n-not good e-enough for a-anyone," I stuttered, as I began to hyperventilate.

He stepped closer to me and cupped my cheeks, making me calm down a bit. "You are amazing at art and your father is a blind man, if he can't see what you have accomplished. You have a wonderful gift and I don't want you to doubt yourself on that. Savannah, you are so beautiful. You don't need make up, dresses, or revealing clothes to make you beautiful. You do so without even trying and I want you know that. Stop putting yourself down because I hate seeing you like this. I remember that day on the bridge and I don't want that to happen again," he confessed to me.

I smiled at him, as a few tears escaped. Griffin is an amazing guy and I love him so much. He doesn't even realize his effect on me. He thinks I'm beautiful and that sent butterflies to my stomach.

He leaned in close to me and my breath hitched, as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Was he going to kiss me? I got excited at the thought, as his soft lips came dangerously close to mine.

Suddenly, a crack of lighting was heard and we immediately pulled apart. I looked at him and he winked at me, causing a blush on my face. We were so close to kissing, but it didn't happen. I was disappointed, but there were so many questions popping inside my head. Did that mean he likes me? Or was it just in the moment?

He took my hand and we walked back to the White House to change into dry clothes. His grip tightened around my hand and I grinned.

Everything will change...

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