DOLLHOUSE

Two

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- Miley's POV -

Evening came by quick, I was feeling quite anxious. I have never worn anything that revealed too much cleavage? Would mother be disappointed? I mean, it's a pretty elegant dress, she shouldn't be right?

"Luce, are you done?" I call out to her as I knock on my restroom door. I'm feeling quite nauseated, and I think I'm about to puke. 

"Yeah, just a moment Mile!" she yells back. 

I force myself to look at my reflection, hoping she wouldn't be there this time. Of course, I was let down, she's always there, she's been there for as long as I could remember. 

"What are you? Ten?" Viviane's taunting voice echoes through my ears. "You're basically an adult and you're freaking out over cleavage? Don't be pathetic!" 

"I'm just not used to it." I tell her quietly, I don't want Lucy to hear me, she'll think I've gone insane.

"If only you let me become a part of you, you wouldn't be so terrified right now." she tells me as a creepy smile slowly forms across her face.

I shake my head, "I think I can handle myself." I reply. I don't think I'll ever make that same mistake again, giving Viviane control of my body is like selling my soul basically. Last time I did when I was like eleven I believe, and I ended up with half of my head shaved and ended breaking two of mother's expensive vases. She was pissed! She made me wear a wig for an entire year and I had to do chores around the house for six months! My poor hands weren't as soft and smooth as before.

"What if John wants to do something to explicit for you?" she tries again. If there's anything that I've learned about Viviane, is that when she wants something, she'll do whatever she can to get it. It's one of her traits that I'm actually envious of. 

"He wouldn't, we're waiting until marriage." I reply calmly. She's trying to scare me, but I won't give in.

"I won't be there to help you, just remember that." 

I smile at her, "Thank you Viviane, but I'm good for now." 

She rolls her eyes at me, she failed this time, but she won't give up. "I'm only trying to help you Miley. I am you after all." 

"Hey Miley," Lucy swings the door open and I turn my attention towards her. "Does your brother still have his guitar? He hasn't played it in a while, you should tell him to play for us tonight."

I scoff, "Over my mother's dead body!" I exclaim. "She wouldn't allow him to in front of our colleagues  at least."

Lucy pouts, "That's too bad, he's really good." she says as she walks towards me and looks at herself in the reflection of my mirror. If only she knew who was right next to her reflection. "You ready?" 

I nod and she squeals. "John is going to be left in awe, you look so amazing!" she begins to talk and talk about John and I the entire trip down the stairs. Sometimes I wonder when she'll stop being so in love with my relationship and get one for herself.. maybe tonight I can find her some rich boyfriend.

"Should we go greet Harry?" she asks cheerfully. 

I give her a look and her face flushes slightly, or maybe that's her makeup? "Why? We just saw him earlier today?" I ask her curiously. 

She shrugs, "I mean this party was thrown for him." she replies. 

"You seem to like my brother quite a bit.." I hesitantly say as we made it outside to my courtyard.