Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Introspection

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Grace VanderWaal had it all.

Not only she was the daughter of a very influential and powerful man, but she was blessed with a perfect body, the one people usually admire.
And, even though she had all the characteristics a common girl would want, she simply wasn't happy.

She tossed the head on the the wall behind.
Finn was sleeping next to her — and that was new, because usually he never did, for a reason or another.
But the night before, after he came back from his business meeting in Bordeaux, he looked sad, like something bitter had happened just some hours before.

"Baby! You are finally back! It's one a.m..." she said, while eating her fresh and juicy strawberries topped with chocolate and whipped cream as she was watching Netflix in that royal-styled suite.

"I know, I am sorry, Gracie." Finn just whispered, letting out a deep and sad breathe. He was back, after seeing the woman he loved, the one he hadn't seen for two months...

The only thing he wanted to do was forgetting about his heavy heart and all the horrible situation he had been living since his separation from Millie.

He removed lazily his dark coat jacket, throwing it on the ground, just staying with his pink blazer on, which sleeves were rolled up roughly to his elbows, and his pants. He let his suitcase falling with a loud noise. His hair was messier than before (he still felt the tiny hands of Millie rubbing frenetically on his curls), and his perfume... was vanilla scented.

Without thinking twice, he gulped the alcohol the room offered, and shot after shot, Grace just sighed. 

"Hey, did the meeting go bad? Stop drinking!" she said, while jumping down the mattress and grabbing the shiny glass away from his hand.

And weirdly, Finn didn't oppose resistance. He was just empty. And he tried to filled the hole with alcohol, even though he knew he didn't get drunk that easily.

But, at least, he could have been more easygoing and smiley with Grace. How amazing, being able to touch or be touched by a woman just being drunk.

What marriage was he trying to obtain?

"Sorry, I just needed it. Don't worry. Not an alcoholic yet." he smiled goofily, pocking her cheek as he used to do with his brat.

But it wasn't the same.
Because people loved blue eyes and blonde hair on girls. Everybody would have killed to spend a single miserable night with Grace. She was simply that: beautiful.

But the beauty he admired was something else for sure. He loved the wavy dark brown locks and autumn colored eyes of Millie. He loved the personality she had: the strong attitude he needed to be a good person. She was his chance to be the person he was supposed to be, the person he was before his father manipulated him for all those sad and lonely years.

"Stupid." she said sweetly, kissing his freckles and hugging him tightly.

Finn felt overwhelmed, and not in a nice way. Everything he felt was wrong: he had just kissed Millie, lulled her to sleep. doing all the things he could for making her happy, slept a little with her and yet... he was letting himself go with another woman.
He was cheating on both of them.

His future wife slowly stole a little kiss on the lips, making him feel absolutely disgusting inside — because just an hour ago, he had kissed Millie...

"Hey, have you changed your perfume?" she asked, as she sniffed his neck flavored with a nice mix of vanilla and jasmine.

"Uh? Yeah. It's good, isn't it?" Finn nonchalantly said, acting well, so damn well, he could have convinced the devil himself.