Just Flesh And Bone

I strawberry shortcake

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Dear Diary, 17.11.2019

Have you ever received news that feels like millions of individual shards sharply attacking your body's central heating. In other words, the mere drop and pain of your heart. Here I am writing. Writing because I'm too sad to speak, as if I've gone mute to this news. It has been four days in counting and I've been taken under the wing of someone I haven't known for my whole life. I still haven't met him but here I am, arriving now, into a condo's front. I've been driven here by a man who doesn't speak a peep and when he does, he sounds very monotone. This feeling of sadness and heaviness on my chest, isn't anything new. I've been battling this for ages and this whole incident has made it worst. Not that I'm in the right to complain in the slightest. I don't even know how to react anymore, at all. Everything has almost come to a halt. Almost.

~ Nina

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The tall and smoldering man opens the door gently, bowing before me. This treatment wasn't anything new. Being the youngest daughter as well as the only daughter of Achille Trémaux, comes with a lot of perks. In all honesty, I would've rather been born to a father who had no succession. I feel like everything is done for me because it is, I'm pampered to an extent where I shouldn't be. Money, fame and succession.

He escorts me toward the door whilst holding my hand with his silk glove, he is still very silent. I was in no mood to converse with anyone anyways. He presses a bell that echoes through the very large condo. Extremely large condo. His eyes meet mine as he flashes a weak yet very forced smile. Scary if you had asked me.

The door opens with a small woman who was dressed in maiden clothes. She nods slowly at the chauffeur and he softly kisses my hand then marches off professionally. The woman looks at me and smiles.

"Welcome, Miss Trémaux," she says in a very low as well as empathetic tone. I flash a fake smile and as does she, warmly.

"Please, call me Nina," I place forth my hand and she double takes my hand.

"I couldn't, Miss Trémaux, it's simply against my formalities," she sighs. "Follow me, I'll show you around," she smiles as she gestures me in. This woman was elderly but had still been enslaved to do work around this massive condo. Whomever controls this is absolutely horrific. Let's hope it isn't my step-brother, but someone else.

After showing me around, it had fallen dark. She then guided me toward the colossal kitchen where it looked off into the front garden's waterfall. The architecture of this place was absolutely beautiful, perhaps my step-brother was an architect?

"What would you like to eat, Miss Trémaux," she walks around in a hurry rummaging through the fridge as well as the cutlery.

"I didn't get your name," I smile as I perched myself on the high end stool on the kitchen's island. She seems to get flustered as she stares off into the distance behind me. I look behind to see why this woman had gone into such a trance.

"Her name is maid to you, Nina," a confident woman's voice fills the kitchen with poison. She walks in front of me as she shoos off the woman in haste. "I'm Alessandra, I'll be keeping you company until Mickaël arrives tomorrow night." She sharply states. I furrow my eyebrows as she analyzes me, up and down. She places her keys onto the island as well as her Louis Vuitton bag.

"And who are you?" I shake my head," not that I was in any mood to converse, amused by her confidence and ego.

"Your sister-in-law," she plastically smiles as I slowly gag, widening my eyes. She seemed to feed off of my reaction as her green pools lit up.

"My brother must be materialistic, great!" I roll my eyes hopping off the stool, sarcastically walking toward the fridge.

"Listen, shortcake, you should be grateful enough to even have Mickaël take you in," she slowly bends down to my eye's gaze. "I wouldn't have..." She laughs as her high heels damage the marble tiling of the kitchen's floor.

She was tall and had the figure of Aphrodite herself. Her face was carved to perfection and her plump lips had a permanent frown of disappointment. Her hair effortlessly fell down her petite shoulders framing her face to a golden ratio.

I march out of the kitchen to locate the maid, my step-brother was clearly blind or even partially deaf if this had been his so-called wife.

"You start school tomorrow!" her voice shouts from a distance. "We're having dinner as a family," her laugh bellows through the abnormally-large halls.