I glanced at the piano tiles before me, the gloss resembled my lips, the structure resembled my heart, and the music I played, resembled my emotions. I jumped as the tiles displayed a loud shrieking noise coming from my mother slamming the keys with her lavish, gold detailed purse.
Her eyes drooped, crinkles enlarged, age and stress showed within her face. "H-How could she leave without giving us a notice? We planned our whole lives for this wedding and now it's going to waste!" She exclaimed, her eyes showed fear and hatred.
Mom sat down next to me, examining my hands, and shortly after, she grabbed them and gave them a light squeeze. "I need you to save this wedding, but more importantly save our businesses. Without the Hanes Inc. we won't be able to expand our base and move worldwide. Juliette, please do it for us, do it for Michael."
I looked down and quietly chuckled. Who does she think she is? Telling me to marry a man who's loved my sister since we were little. "Why are you telling me to marry a man who I haven't spoken to in over 12 years? I'm only 18, I have plans to go to college and travel the world and marry someone who I actually love. I won't do it."
My eyes scanned the room, paintings crowded empty areas of the lightly creamed wall. Twenty-four-carat gold paint echoed throughout the embellishments and the room was lightly dimmed, giving us an eerie feeling.
A tall and tan skinned figure appeared beneath the door frame. He coughed and slightly made way towards us. It's Michael! My heart skipped frantically, and my hands began to tremble. He still looks the same.
"I won't do it either. Just look at her, how can I, one of the most eligible bachelor's to marry her? There's no size in anything," he then pointed at me, "well except for her face. And how unethical would it be for me to marry someone I don't love?" He yelled, running his fingers thru his hair.
I bit my lip and slowly glanced at my reflection on the glossy piano. It was a problem area that I struggle for who knows how long. No matter what t I did, no matter how much time and effort I put into my skin, it all seemed to never go away. I felt like crying.
Where did the Michael from grade school go?
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RomanceLegend says, "Waiting is a sign of true love and patience," however, what if the one you love, has been in a relationship with your sister for the past 12 years and better yet, getting ready to be married? Juliette Young has been in love with Mich...
