Mr. Perfect

One

I breathed in the open ocean air as I sat on my balcony railing. My feet dangled dangerously over the ground 50 stories below. My hair lifted and flew around my face delivering harsh slaps to my cheeks. I clutched onto the railing as I suddenly felt as if I would fall. I let my feet stand in the outer floor jutting out about five inches past the railing. I sat there feeling free and on the edge... literaly.

"Reyna get in here now we are going to be late!" My mother said sharply as her head poked out of the sliding glass door of the hotel. I was startled and whispered sorry as I crawled over the railing and quickly went inside on my tiptoes. As soon as I was inside our large suite I saw my maid signaling me to go into my hotel room quickly. I scurried over to her and when I got inside I was shocked to see all of my things packed already. Must we go so soon? We had spent a beautiful one month vacation in Greece and now my parents were bringing me back to New York. It was nearly fall and the debutant ball was merely a month away.

Vic, my maid had already sat me down at the vanity and began brushing my hair. I sat and gazed at myself with my blank glare. I saw as my eyes would get tugged back every few seconds as Vic ran into a knot. I observed that my nose was medium sized and had a almost unnoticeable bump on the bridge if I turned my head to the side. my eyes were large and brown with a peculiar design decorating them. My eyelashes were average and straight and my brows were brown and had a slight angle to them but were soft and innocent looking. My lips had a large dip in the center where my Cupid's bow was and they were a naturally rosy pink color. I had freckles sprinkled lightly over my cheek bones and nose bridge they are darker now that I'm tan but in the winter you are lucky if you can even spot them. My cheekbones are high and barely defined, I have slightly chubby cheeks that balance it out. It all together was a strange combination but I came out to be an average looking "cute" young woman. Besides the acne marks on my skin covered with makeup but I suppose a lot of people have those issues.

I had come to notice that Vic had finished my hair it was curled now and parted to the side. I heard her tell me to start on my makeup as she got my outfit together. I curled my lashes and applied Chanel mascara, I grabbed my beauty blender and my Bobbi brown tinted moisturizer and a rubbed it evenly all over my face in a thin layer, I filled in my brows and I was done. I never did like makeup but my mother didn't like it when people saw me without it. I had to look put together. I was one of the few elite girls who still had a good reputation and one of the even fewer who still had their virginity.

I looked to Vic in the mirror holding up a very cute white dress that I wasn't aware that I had it had a sweetheart neckline but when up to the base of to my neck with sheer fabric it looked as if it would end just above the knee and the sleeves would just cup the round of my shoulder. I nodded and then she held up mint flats and white flats I pointed to the mint as I turned around to face her and then she layed them on the bed with the dress and she had her back to me as I saw her lay out jewelry I stood and looked to see the outfit to see she was deciding between diamonds and pearls I chose pearls knowing it would look better with the sheer.

I smiled as I dropped my knee high night gown and reached for the dress. Vic helped me put it on and clipped the string of pearls around my neck, I slipped on the flats and grabbed the white purse that was on my nightstand and walked through the door of my hotel room to the hotel living room when I saw my mom walking around with the phone pressed to her ear probably talking I someone with a rich son trying to find me a date to the debutant ball. I sighed and walked to the door leading to the hall. I might as well walk down to the limo and wait there since I'm ready.

I was homeschooled since I was 13, I was removed from school before high school. That seems to be when everyone's reputation goes to shit because of all the rumors and so the paps get interested and it all goes downhill from there and before you know it you're shunned from your family penniless and nobody who you have known all your life and formed a relationship with will talk to you it's a sad thing that my mother wouldn't allow for me since it happened to my aunt, her sister whom I've actually never met.

I was finally at the limo, it was parked at the front of the hotel waiting patiently for my now very late mother. I walked to the door but before I could reach the handle I saw a white glove reach and pop it open for me I showed him a nice smile and I shyly whispered thank you.

I was known for being the small shy sweet quiet one. I wasn't small though, I was average height, 5'5 but I think it was my features that made me look small. My eyes were large and my cheeks were chubby like a child which leads people to automatically assume that I'm short and small in general. And yes I was shy, I had very few friends and because of homeschool I was a bit socially awkward. And I was quiet simply because I didn't like to disappoint people or make them angry and I figured out that the better way to do that was to seem as if you weren't there. If you weren't there how could you disappoint or anger anyone, I call it genius.

I heard the door pop open seeing my mom looking perfect but frustrated. She probably was again told that the son had a date already. She looked to her phone again searching for a number and soon she held it to her ear and sighed. I looked to the window as the scenes enveloped me. I knew my mom was talking just next to me but in my 17 years I developed a certain skill to block her out. I inhaled deeply as I felt the limo begin to move.

I was so content in my sweet scenes that it took my mother to start nudging me to get my attention. I whipped my head around hoping she wasn't mad at me for accidentally ignoring her but I luckily saw a smile on her face.

"You finally have a date!" she said happily. She had been calling rich families for a week now trying to find me a suitable date. "Now he is old money and has a few scuffs in his reputation" my mother said as she was on her phone again shrugging her shoulders trying to almost convince herself that he would do. As if my opinion mattered. I would likely end up marrying this man and my opinion didn't matter one bit all I had to do in the relationship basically was nod and say I do when the time came. I felt as if I were being sold into slavery but I wouldn't dare tell. All I did was appease my mother by smiling the best fake smile I could muster and clap and jump in my seat slightly acting as hyped and excited as I could.

As soon as I knew the conversation was over I turned back around with a blank stare as I saw the scenery move past me slightly blurring as my eyes glazed over it. I don't know his name, how he looked, if he were nice or not, all I could suspect was that he was rich. I sat wondering what the "scuffs" in his reputation were. I didn't dare ask, it would come off as complaining. He probably just has has worn the wrong slacks to the wrong event or a bad tie on any given day and you've been officially scuffed by means of my mother. I was lucky enough to have only been scuffed once for buying my mother a cheesy gift when I was nine for Mother's Day it was a golden neckless with the words "worlds best mommy" in gold and had a golden angel and heart on it as well. I had spent all of my allowance for the past two months an she had said that it looked like a something a pimp would wear and handed it back to me without another word. I still had it in my jewelry box for an odd reason, maybe sentimental reasons? Maybe just to remind myself to not buy my mother pimp-like things?

We arrived at the airport, I saw that my dad's limo had shown up next to ours he was attending a business video meeting or something this morning and so he couldn't arrive with us. In actuality he was probably just fucking a Greek beauty who was unaware that he was a married man with a 17 year old daughter. Hell she was probably even my age. Poor girl, he probably left her sleeping in a cheap hotel room with the door unlocked and a stupid note saying "had a nice time last night" and that's all.

We may look like a perfect family but just because people don't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.

We all walked into the airport and went straight to our private jet. I was lead to a separate compartment of the jet where I could sit in peace and quiet with Vic. Vic had been my maid since I was nine, she was 22 when she started and is now a mother of four and happily married at 31. She had alabaster skin and black hair, she aged well only looking probably 25 if you had erased her dark circles. She got me, we weren't like mother and daughter or sisters or anything like that. No, she just got me, she understood that I was quiet and kept to myself and respected that. In fact I think she rather liked that I wasn't rude to her like the other girls are to their maids. We had treated each other with respect since she started when I was nine. It was a good thing and I hoped to keep her on when I moved out.

I looked out the window as we took off I reached in my purse and pulled out my I phone five and my head phones putting them in to block out the drone of the airplane. I looked back out the window but shut it and buckled in my seat before reclining it to make it easier to fall asleep. I had stayed up last night on purpose so I could sleep now and miss the entire 13 hour flight hopefully.