A Fateful Encounter

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Pitter patter, pitter patter went the rain on an overcast morning.
'Of course it's raining,' i muttered, 'London never has anything good to offer me,' i continued whilst staring out the window of my family's mansion.
'Oh Irys,'chuckled my mother, 'What did you expect? It's LONDON!' She exclaimed, perched on the cushioned stool behind me combing my hair.
The light pink tips of my naturally strawberry blonde hair swayed gently in the breeze escaping through the tiny opening in the window.
'There we are,' my mother said, picking up the comb and returning it amongst the many other combs which had accumulated over the past years.
'Now, I have to go to work darling. Remember to practise piano today alright? See you la- oh wait no i forgot to tell you, today i have a meeting with the chief executor of another company. Sorry darling but you'll have to cook lunch and dinner by yourself tonight as your father will also be attending. Be safe sweetheart and i'll see you after dinner. Bye!'
After i kissed her goodbye and wished her luck in her interview, she left the room and drove her Porsche (one of her many expensive cars) out of the underground garage and was soon out of sight.
I sighed. I wasn't surprised that mother had yet ANOTHER meeting to attend. Her position in the company had lead to her having to attend a plethora of meetings in order to establish potential trading partners and such and such. I never really understood it when mother explained it to me as i simply had no interest in that kind of stuff.
'What dismal weather,' I sighed, getting up to dress myself in attire suitable to the cold London temperature. I wear what the weather plans for me and that is how it has been since when i was born 18 years ago. I've lived an ordinary life, overshadowed by my mother and my father's successes, having to meet their holy expectations one after another. However, I cannot complain because that is the destiny I have been given and the path in which I've followed for these past years. At least that's what I thought before a fateful encounter one overcast morning.

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