Mr. Perfect

Two

I woke up to Vic shaking my shoulder. I don't think she realized my head phones were blasted as she began talking to me but luckily I could read her lips. 'We are landing soon, get ready' she said I nodded to her letting her know I understood. I took out my headphones thankful to have sleep through the whole flight and missed the whole ear popping thing as well. I dropped my phone and head phones in my bag and folded the blanket that I found laid over my bare legs, Vic probably put it over me knowing I get cold easily. I got up and walked to the bathroom looking in the mirror at my tired complexion. I came out and grabbed my purse praising Vic in my head when I saw she put concealer and hairspray with bobby pins in here. I went to work concealing under my eyes so I would be ready for the paps who would no doubt be crowding the runway when we landed. You see my family left to this trip without telling anyone. That way it would actually be an escape and not be like every other vacation where the paps can be found in every bush waiting for me to screw up.

I put the last bobby pin in my hair tucking brown curls out of my face before spraying my hair with hairspray. I brushed my teeth and sprayed perfume on my neck, wrists and behind my knees. I walked out of the bathroom and fell to my knees and a jolt hit the plane, were here.

I crawled to my seat strapping myself in I brace myself for the oncoming jolts as the tires hit the asphalt and bounced slightly. Before I knew it it had smoothed and come to a halt. I unbuckled and grabbed my purse. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I took a breath in closing my eyes. I opened them and breathed out, forming a sweet smile that I had rehearsed since I was 13. I walked to the door leading outside. It opened showing me the sunset over the city. I looked down further and saw the paparazzi, cameras flashing as I showed them my smile, I waved giggling welcoming the cameras flashes. I had nothing to hide. I didn't mind the paparazzi much at all actually. They were never cruel to me because they were never eager to get information out of me. I walked along saying hello as I made my way to the limo. My parents followed shortly after, doing the same as I had.

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We arrived at our flat an hour later. We had a large apartment that was two storys the pent house I guess you could say.

"Reyna we have a fitting tomorrow at two, no food tonight and a small breakfast tomorrow and two weeks ahead of the ball we will get you on a cleanse and oh yeah we have to start back up your workout routine, don't think didn't see your arms jiggle when you waved to the paparazzi" my mother said as she walked in my room walking around closing the curtins. It was night already and she was convinced the darker the room the better the sleep and the better the sleep the prettier and younger you look. That's probably why I still have the body and face of a 14 year old girl.

I sat at my vanity and began removing my makeup since it was already night. I wasn't tired but I would have to spend the next eight hours in my room. I watched blankly in the miror as I saw my mom preparing my room for me to get maximum rest. This was a usual ritual, nag for a while, close the curtins, light a stress relief candle, unfold the bed and fluff the pillows, set a glass of water down on the dresser with a dropper full of night essence, and finally spray the pillow with stress relief eucalyptus spray.

My mother didn't do this with an expression of love and care, no she did it with an expression of seriousness, as if she were on a mission. I couldn't ever say I hated my mom, she may not have done everything for me with love but she did it with determination and grace so I would have the best life I could. I stayed quiet as she looked to me having finished the routine. She walked up behind me and picked up my vintage brush after taking out all my pins. She began brushing it. Why was she being so... motherly? Her routine was usual, this however, was not.

"You know sweety?" she cooed sweetly looking at me in the mirror. "You're going to be such a good wife" she said smiling, her teeth glistening with the light of the candle. "You're young, pretty, and intelligent" she said moving her head to the side as the curls dissolved on my head. I looked at her curiously wondering where she was going, it was all very suspicious. "You know this boy, he isn't all that bad" she said nodding her head. Oh I see she is trying to suck up to me, as if I would be one to rebel. "I mean I've heard of him being a little frisky, but it's been months since that last rumor so I think it's all behind him" oh no. My eyes went wide as she said that. What? He did what? My mind was blown as to why she would set me up with this boy. I'm a virgin, like a complete virgin, never kissed anyone even though I've imagined it a million times. I just hope he isn't my first kiss, I don't even know his name, I wonder if she were doing it on purpose or if she thought I already knew?

Before I could even bother to ask a question she dropped the brush on my vanity, dropped the pleasant smile and left without saying goodnight. I had just woken up from a 13 hour sleep and yet I couldn't help but feel a tiring headache brought on by the information I had just received. I walked over to my bed and pulled my laptop out from under my bed. I had gone all vacation without it and was curious as to what went on without me. first I went to tumblr rebloging nearly 100 things, then Instagram seeing all the parties that happened during the part of summer I had missed, then finally twitter to see all the gossip. I saw mentions of my friends and pictures Of more parties and then scandal, this is the one I liked reading up on the most, not sure why but it was always so interesting to me to see all these dumb girls get their innocence taken away from them and wonder where the guy was and why they had left them. Simple, guys are dogs and it seems that the top five are Harry styles, Nate Collins, victor brandnt, nick Martin, and Liam Payne.

I knew maybe two of them from when I used to I to school and the others from hearing about my friends crazy nights at the club when they would get wasted and sleep with a random while I was home studying French or having a movie night by myself. Sometimes I was jealous of them but most of the time I was happy my life wasn't as complicated. I finally fell asleep scrolling through my feed.

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I woke up to the disruptive voice of my mother and the sound of curtin rings sliding a cross metal as she opened them up letting in dull blue light. It must have been about seven.

"Rise and shine!" she yelled. Where the heck is Vic? She usually wakes me up wordlessly and let's me stretch and wake up on my own time. But my mother has other plans. She throws the blankets off of me causing me to groan and go into the fetal position to stop the cold air from waking me up. "Oh come on! Get up!" she said now obviously getting frustrated. I sighed giving up and finally standing on the cold wood flooring beside my bed. My mother was gone now and I thanked god.

I picked up the brush at my vanity trying to tame my bed head. Where is Vic when I need her? As if my prayers were answered not even a minute later Vic ran in my room. I'm guessing she was late today because she had to get her children to school. She immediately picked up my brush and helped me tame my hair.

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I walked around my room now dressed and ready for the day I wore simple black skinny jeans and maroon shirt with a cream scarf and a leather jacket with my hair in a ponytail it was edgy, I liked it. I studied myself in the mirror trying to think of a good makeup look and I decided to go simple since this was a fitting and I would be trying on multiple dresses I put on thin liner with tinted moisturizer and mascara.

I walked down stairs and to the kitchen where I ate breakfast alone everyday. Marty our cook was there already with my usual bland oatmeal, but if I were lucky sometimes he would sneak brown sugar in it. I smiled at him as he took his eyes off of his task at hand and looked I me smiling big. I'm guessing he put brown sugar in it by the mischievous look in his eye. This is the most I rebelled.