What feeds your soul? Love? Money? Sex?
How far can you go to achieve the things that you want?
What do you do to satiate the hunger? Nothing.
You don't even try, you'll rather starve.
You'll let the dreams die.
But that's not what these girls chos...
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THE MARBLE TILING of her parents' mansion blurred the reflection of her heels clicking against them. Cora wondered if her mother made the housekeepers polish it enough, would she be able to see a clearer reflection in it. The thought itself made her feel sick—there was no need for such extravagance. Everything in this mansion was immaculate—a pristine effort from her mother's side because everything and everyone had to be perfect. From the sofa arrangements to every decorative showpiece that curled its place on the walls or glass boxes. The chandelier above her checkered translucent gold on the floor and every single thing in the house was aesthetically pleasing to the eye—her mother could've easily created an aesthetic Instagram account and acquired a significant following. Which seemed like something that she would like because she always expected people to follow her, what she says or does.
"Corinna," Her mother, Helena, cut through the silence she was beginning to get used to. Nothing ever good comes out when Helena shatters the silence. For now, it was the fact that she used her full name.
"Mother, I've told you to call me Cora," She said tightly, noticing her mother rolling her eyes at the statement, a habit she'd picked up as a kid whenever someone told her things that she thought was absurd. Among other things, she shared her looks with her mother too; light brown eyes, reddish-brown hair, a subtle inclination of high cheekbones and thin stretch of dark eyebrows.
"Dinner's ready. You're late, as usual," Cora detected a slight annoyance in Helena's voice.
Choosing to say nothing, she followed her mother to the dining table where her father, Gordon, was already seated in the chair reserved for head of the family and her younger brother, Hayden, seated adjacent to him.
"Cora!" Hayden grinned at her, slipping out of his seat to hug her. "I've missed you!"
Her 15-year-old brother was already taller than her, only by an inch or two. He looked a lot like their father, dark hair, brown eyes and lean.
"I missed you too, champ!" She hugged him tightly, having missed him despite seeing him weekly.
Weekly family dinner had always been insisted despite Cora had moved out. That was one of the conditions she had to fulfill if she didn't want to be taking over the company. The only reason she didn't fight against this condition was that she wanted to be able to see her brother. Knowing her parents, they could've taken that away too.
"Mom and Dad were angry this morning. What did you do?" Hayden whispered softly in her ears.
"If I'm not wrong, you'll hear about it during dinner anyway. I'm sure mother can't wait to whoop my ass," Cora muttered as she pulled apart and they took their seats at the dinner table.
Her father gave her a short nod before they began eating. The silence stretched long, like a tug of war— who would keep tugging at the end of the rope to maintain it. The clatter of silver against the plates, clinking of glass and mild chewing was the only thing that could be heard and Cora was hoping it would stay that way. The awkward silence was much better than having to fight with Helena and Gordon time and again.
