Disguise♔ z.m

Thirty five

"We're here," she bumps her shoulder into mine. My balance of sanity has been shifted with worry and taunting memories I had when I was leaving my parents house. This house is much bigger, forty minutes away from the centre of London city, where the view was ideal, and the environment was gentle. It was a typical mansion, with a home size pool that had a few umbrellas here and there. I couldn't see the other side of the mansion, but I believe it was an ordinary fragment that didn't really appeal, because if it did, I could have seen it miles away.

I could feel the chills running through my limbs, hands, chest and mind. It was uncomfortable, even worse than the time I had gone to a rock concert for the first time in my life. My nervousness is unmeasurable and every time Alexandra- Alexia - speaks, she makes everything sound worse.

"Look, it's going to be alright. Just stay away from the big talk," she advices as the chauffeur pulls open my side of the door.

It's easier said than done.

I hop out and pull down the hem of my dress, signaling Alexia to pick up my purse before I forget it in. My back is stiff and I am in higher need of a massage, but that should be the least of my problems right now. She hands me my bag and we proceed our sauntering.

On either sides of the pathway, are flowers of all sorts. You name it; roses, Lilies, tulips, daisies and so forth. There's one little thing they don't know; no matter how beautiful and overwhelming you try making your home, the people in it always defy it. Let's take a look on Beauty and the Beast. It is totally fiction, a story we all know of, but the curse casted on the Beast wasn't stopped by the mind striking size of his house, or the flowers that bloomed every spring. It really does apply, and my parents, they're the beast. ( not in the literal sense, though.)

"Are you always this thoughtful?"

I have answered this so many times that I have lost count,"No, not really." I simply smile and look away as we saunter past the beautiful plants.

We get to the front of the door and she holds my hand. "It's going to be alright. Moreover, you're a woman now. You're no more the eighteen year old girl who wore geeky glasses," she wisely tells me.

"Yes, I am no more the girl who wore geeky glasses." To be honest, I looked quite hilarious in those things. That's a memory I am trying to avoid at every turn of my life.

She rings the bell and it is immediately opened by a steward. Of course, mother can never lower herself to this standard. She has everyone for everything.

"James," she respectfully nods at him.

"Miss Alexandra. Your parents await at the pool," he steps to the side. Instead of articulating with my words, I just flow along to the wave. Tending to flow along to the wave might end up being a big disaster, because a tsunami might occur and I will be stranded on an abandoned island. Anyway, apart from getting stranded on an island and lost in a tsunami, I was walking down the glassy floor that reflected our images, and for a moment, I made sure my underwear didn't show. I am honestly never that weird- sometimes.

I was too nervous to study the interior, but it is quite an elegant place, with a bunch of things they really spent on, which is not a shock to me. We walk past the lane of photos in frames and I glimpse at them. None of them had me in it, except one, that was kept at the farthest end- typical.

When I do get a look at it, I realize it was a picture of me wearing a horrendous checked skirt with a white shirt, tucked in at the waist. Now that's what I call horrid.

I subordinately laugh at it and Alexia cocks a brow.

"What?"

"Look how appalling I look right there," I point at the picture as we halt our walking.