Annissa Rey, the daughter of a founder of a multi-billion dollar company, has been clueless her whole life- her heart lost for one boy she loved for years.
She's been living an easy life of luxury, completely blind of the real world until everythi...
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HER FACE SAID IT ALL. And yet, it was impossible to describe, like certain sounds you could never quite put into words. She couldn't stop looking in the mirror, all twitchy and anxious as she examined herself from every single angle possible, but no matter what—everything looked wrong. Her dress; no matter how much she excessively wiped her hands down and down it, the gentle creases wouldn't disappear, and it would rattle her brain until her hands would be sore from fidgeting. Her hair; it was unkemptly placed into what was a poor attempt of a bun, she insisted to do her own hair and make-up that day, just this once. Lastly, her face; well, she frowned and furrowed her brows in utter confusion just by looking at it. And yet, she just couldn't stop looking—examining, trying to minimise each and every bit of her flaws that she believed she had. Any sort of attempt, to make herself look better than before, was always, desperately, made by her. She slipped her auburn hair back out from the bun, and with a puffed-up sigh, clipped it back to one side. With a deep breath, she looked up at it, watched a moment, blinked a few times, bit her lip, and finally, as expected, shook her head. This isn't working either, she screamed in her head as she violently pulled the clips out and allowed her hair to just fall back into her messy ringlets again.
"Hurry up, Annissa, you have no idea how late we already are!" she heard an angry but familiar voice behind the door, soon followed by what seemed like a quite annoyed, and an aggressive, loud bang. "I know you're just messing around with your hair in there, so hurry up!"
"Oh, shut up, Andie!" she called back, grunting like an annoyed child. Annissa gave herself one last look in the mirror, trying to quickly find any rational excuse she could muster up in order not to come out, but she was stopped—and startled—-by another loud bang. I have to anyway, it's for dad.
"Andie, I swear I will actually—" she ran to open the door, but before she got the chance to even touch the handle, Andie had already done it for her, and she came flying out forward, almost falling flat.
"Very funny," she forced a fake, sarcastic smile. Andie was standing rigidly at the wall, all sophisticated in his work suit, and suprisingly with a tie, with his arms innocently behind his back. Despite his professional-like demeanour, he lowered his head and fixated himself on Annissa, barely containing a grin.
"What's with the furball?" he rose a brow, gesturing at her hair.
She replied by punching him in the shoulder, as hard as her weak arms allowed her, to which Andie didn't even flinch to.
"I could get you fired," she shot him a side-glance that could kill as they hurried down the long hallway. The place was too modern for Ani, she thought it all of the time; the walls were a light blue, and the marble floor echoed with clings everytime she walked through the empty corridors. There was barely any family photos around, too, and the place was already vast and empty enough for it not to be decorated at the very least. This was all because the last family photo the Reys took together was when Ani's mom was still alive, and Mr.Rey didn't like re-kindling those memories.
