Her Sweet Revenge

Prologue

Life's hardest decision... First person or third person. For those who have stayed with me, I think you'll either be shattered or estactic with my answer. This book will be in first person. Lol how many times have I changed my mind now? But hey, it means I'll update more often since first person is easier to write for me... personally anyway

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Prologue

Beth peeked her head from the bedroom door with a ghost on a smile playing on her lips. “Ready?”

“It’s now or never,” I replied, sighing as I felt the fabric slip out of my hand as I let it fall to the ground. I self-consciously tugged at the sweetheart bodice as I walked out of the bathroom. Looking around, I whispered a quiet farewell to the place I called home for the past 13 years of my life, lightly grazing everything I within reach. “Call in Amy for me will you?” She nodded and left in a whirl of grey.

I sank down into my springy bed and I patted the worn covers affectionately. They were good to me while I was here. A knock on the door pulled me out of my wondering thoughts as Amy followed Beth in what seems like a well-worn and used nightgown, which most likely used to be deep burgundy red but was now a faded pastel red.

“Amy, are you sure about this?” I looked deep in her eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation but I saw none. Only steel determination met my sorrowful ones. “Well I have a replica on my dress in the bathroom for you to put on. We’ll wait for you so take your time.” She nodded and slipped into the bathroom, sensing her dismissal.

“It’ll be okay, trust me Vivian. It’ll work out.” Beth walked over and gave me a motherly squeeze before she let go and sat down next to me, rubbing comforting circles on the insides of my wrist. I gave her a small smile as I heard the bathroom door unlock and Amy tiptoed out.

“Hey twin, I look just like you now.” I nodded in response as I gave her a once over. The A-line silhouette and its whisper thin spaghetti straps were stunning. The sheer overlay to the floor length skirt ballooned out as she did a little twirl on the spot. “Well at least I’ll go in style eh?” She gave the creamy smoke dress another twirl before she looked at me. At least she was in a good mood.

“So you know the plan right?”

They both nodded as Beth muttered, “Not that I like how I have to leave now.”

“Beth, you know I don’t feel at peace if you are so close to here when it happens.”

“Yet Amy here is sacrificing her life for you.”

“Just drop it. I don’t want to explain again, please Beth.” And with that, she huffed out of the room, but not before giving me a sad smile as she closed the door.

Amy came up beside me and patted me on the back. “Well at least my life will be put in good use before I leave right?” I had no reply for that, I was still doubtful that it was going to work, let alone for everyone who intended to stay alive to be alive. Glancing up to small mounted analogue clock on the faded grey walls, I knew it was time for me to go.

“Remember, don’t leave here until I give you the signal. No one can know you’re here, even after it.” Amy nodded in understanding and I left the room with another sigh.

Making my way through the dank hallways, I reached the servant’s entrance to the ballroom. Giving a forced smile to the occasional passing maid, I reached my destination. An extravagant marble ballroom that still held its majestic stance from when it was first built. The newly dusted chandelier glistened and lit up the room in a soft golden glow, reflecting off the polished wooden floorboards.