Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN | Her Parent's History
"YOU HAVE DELANEY'S eyes, dearie. That light feline droop to your otherwise almond shaped eyes, it all reminds me of Delaney. Such a belle she was."
No one had ever described my eyes in such a detailed way. Pursing my lips, I thought she gave me major Sebastian's mother's vibes. Persistent and overly nice. She had been underlining my eyes when she got the idea of comparing me to my mother.
"Did he love her?" I found myself asking.
"We don't talk about her in this household," Rosa concluded, sadly.
...but you just did.
Her professional fingers dug themselves into my hair as she combed them down to the beginning of my back. "This isn't your natural hair, is it?" Her tone was ridiculing.
I looked at myself in the mirror before shaking my head. Ebony waves were falling to my shoulders, trimmed jaggedly and appearing wild. "Light brown," I told her the colour of my hair.
"Like Delaney," she affirmed and then got back to styling the mess over my head. Her fingers gracefully tugged at my hair before pulling them into a tight, business-like ponytail. She had the courtesy to curl the ugly ends of my hair like how Sebastian's mom did. When she was done with my hair, I pushed the seat to stand up.
She was right. I looked just like her.
Knowing that I had no feelings left to feel or express, I nodded impassively. Her veiny hands offered to drape the sleek blazer over my shoulders, urging me to put my hands through the arm holes. Shrugging on the blazer, I grabbed my phone and the delicate clutch before walking towards the door.
Rosa took the lead and led me to the elevator. Her fingers prodded at some buttons before she backed away. The elevator doors slid open to reveal a small, silver compartment. Stepping inside, I turned around to face Rosa who was giving me one of her wicked smiles.
I clenched my jaw at her before whipping out my phone. The doors slid shut and the elevator dropped.
Cora holls is okay, good luck for the family dinner at Jackson House 8:45 P. M.
The metallic doors of the elevator slowly opened up to a large hall with high rise ceilings and red carpeted floors. In the middle of the hall was a long dining table. Empty dinner plates with suitable cutlery were placed along the entire of the glass table. One of the head seats were occupied by Castor Jackson.
