Chapter 2

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~Gianna Velkerie's Pov~

I continued to walk down the hall until I saw my father waiting for me, his arm around my mother. His eyes locked with mine, and as usual, they were cold and heartless. Then I looked at my mother. Her piercing green eyes looked at my father, her mouth moving as she babbled on about something uninteresting. My father's gaze returned back to my mother, I noticed his eyes soften and it was filled with love, as he listened to my mother babbling happily.

I walked up to them and raised my dress a bit and took a formal bow in front of them.

"Mother.Father."I greeted them, my voice held no emotion.

My mother stopped mid-sentence and finally noticed me. She smiled brightly, her eyes shining.

"Oh my gosh! Look at my beautiful little princess!" My mother gushed out, unwrapping my father's arm around her.

She knelt down to my level, her smile slowly dropped.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Today's a special day! Replace that frown and turn it upside down!" Mom said to me as she scanned my facial expression.

I looked past her shoulder and locked eyes with my father once again. His cold eyes stared at me and hardened as he saw mother get upset. My father always got upset when my mother did. I didn't want to upset my father at all- I wanted to do the exact opposite.

So I looked back at my mother and faked a smile. I showed my shiny bright teeth and smiled happily.

"That's my girl!" Mother said happily, patting my cheek twice then stood up, going back to my father.

When she turned her back towards me, I let the fake smile slip off my face. Returning back to my cold and heartless self.

You know what they say- like father, like daughter.

They walked down the grand stairway that curled from the side and ended at the middle of the room. I followed them down, making sure I was at least two steps behind them to give them space.

I sat down on the last two steps on the polished stairs, putting my elbows on my knees and resting my head on my hands. My father hugged my mother close to his chest, resting his head on my mom's own.

The doorbell rang. A soft and sweet melody replaced the annoying ring sound. My mother's head turned to the door, untangling herself from my father once again and opened the door before the maid got the chance too.

She squealed loudly, hugging the person behind the wooden carved door.

"Come in! Come in!" My mother insisted, moving out of the way and welcomed them in.

Just when they came in, my eyes locked with the young boy that was around my age who was standing next to his mother.

I felt my heart skip a beat and felt my palms go sweaty.

I was stuck in my reverie until my mother finally spoke:

"Sweetie, say hello to the Posh family!"

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