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Chloé
Tuesday 11 10:45

"Miss Chloé, you father has just arrived from Paris and would like to talk to you."

   I looked at her with a confused expression on my face. I think that kind of disturbed her because she freaked out the second she noticed my glare and bowed muttering a "I'm sorry" again and again. That destabilized me since I already told the staff in here not te treat me like a princesse... But I guess my mom told them to just ignore that...

-Aemilia... I told you last time! I'm not royalty... You can treat me like a sister, heck! We can even be friends!

-Sorry Madame...I-

   I looked at her with an expression that sait 'What did I said?'...I like it when she respects me but I mean she is older than me and I'm just her boss' little brat... Why do people in here feel like they HAVE to make me their queen? I'm not that girl anymore and if it took a guy taking advantage of me and the worst experience in my life to teach me that, then let it be it! She laughed nervously before continuing:

-W-well erm...Chloe, your dad is downstairs with Madame...

   She left the room after that as red as a tomato. Poor girl....I hate it when this happens. It makes me feel self conscious because I can't help but feel the staff a my mother's villa hate me because they have to treat me like a spoiled brat while I didn't ask anything in the firt place!

   Oh yeah! My dad... I'm not as exited to see him as I thought I would be 2 years ago. I mean yeah it's the first time I see him in like a year and a half or so. But I'm not nearly as happy as I thought I would be... I changed a lot during this time and so did my opinion on people and myself...

Chloe did mature during this time she considered like a time to think and see what she did in her life and where she was. She changed mentally and physically. Her mid long blond hair was now flowing down from her shoulders to her back, giving her a more mature and woman like feel. Her body changed too. She is no longer the 16 years old girl she was. She was now a beautiful young woman. As for her personality, most people would think she is a different girl, not the bratty one they used to know in Paris. She wore different clothes, didn't wear makeup and when she did, she would apply a really light one one. Spending her dad's credit card wasn't as entertaining as it used to be. Expensive t-shirts and shoes didn't interest her that much since she is used to spend her day at home, painting or cooking or how her mother would say: doing the maids' work.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I don't think a messy bun and my large, dirty old overall was suitable for the "so exiting" family reunion we will be having today. Welp, better change...

Hum... I do have a lot of chose...but I ended up choosing a classic white slim dress, a black leather belt with it and a paire of black tights. I looked at my image again. Not too basic but not too fancy at the same time. Just enough for now. And what about my hair?... I wouldn't mind leaving it like that it's just that it looks like I haven't washed it in weeks (Witch is actually the case but please don't mind that). So I just put it in a low pot tail and shuved it all inside my dress to hide it. As a last minute accessory, I put on my black leather heals and ran through the stairs, threatening to end my life my braking my neck I don't know how many times. Who said going down the stairs with heals is easy? Especially since my genius self decided to run...