SILENCE || A. Grande (DISCONTINUED)

¹⁹𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

"You are going to get married on the first day of June. That is final." My mother snapped. "That means I'm going to miss the whole last week of school, mom! I love Y/n, but I'm not getting married to her on the last week of school."

Currently, me and my mother are having an argument about my wedding date. I honestly don't want it to be on the week where I get to say goodbye to all my friends. It's bullshit if you ask me.

"Ariana, you'll see your friends at the wedding. I don't know why you're freaking out so much." I lowly growl, "because no one wants to go to a fucking wedding on the last week of school, mom! No one is going to France to watch a fucking wedding! No one! Plus, half of my friends don't even know!"

Mom looks at me with pure anger in her eyes. "You know not to use that language in my house." She says, putting her finger on my chest. I remove her fingers and grab my stuff. "Don't expect me for a while." I say through my gritted teeth, then leave my mothers house with a large slam to the door.

* * *

I walk into Y/n and I's house and hear her singing. After she was done, I go to compliment her, but get cut off by the sound of Paxton. I raise my eyebrow and go into the piano room.

"Paxton?!" I say, a little aggravated. "Oh! Hi, Ana!" Y/n says cheerfully. "What is he doing here?" I say, pointing at the chestnut brown haired boy. "He's...visiting?" I growl lowly and turn around on my heel.

"I'm going to bed." I sigh. "But, Ariana-"

"I'm. Going. To. Bed." I state, and go to our room.

* * *

"Baby?" I hear Y/n's voice from the distance. I sigh and look at the door, seeing her lean on the door frame with her arms crossed. "Is everything okay?" She asked. I nod, not saying anything.

"It doesn't seem like it. Are you sure?" I sit up in the bed. "Yes, Y/n. Everything is fine. I just wanna cuddle." Y/n walks over to me and lays down in my arms.

Soon enough she falls asleep. I grab her diary from the drawer inside my bed side table and open it up to read it. I've been using it to go to sleep lately. Y/n has been looking for it too, she's becoming insane without it.

I open the book and flip to a random page I didn't read.

Day 18

Today my fake friend Alicia came over. She's the daughter of my Tante's friend, which means I have to be friends with her. Or at least act like it. She's very annoying. She talks about herself to much, and much about romanticism, something I can't have. So I sit there and pretend I'm listening, when I'm really daydreaming about what's for dinner. As soon as she went home, I went to go tell my Tante about how incredibly annoyed I was by her, but she was too busy yelling at Léo. I went back to my room and got into my pyjamas and fell asleep.

Alicia..? I've herd of her before. Or at least I think I did. Alicia Gardener. Her mother and father are rich as fuck. Not as much as Y/n and I's family, but rich. Her parents spoil her. It isn't surprising that Elodie is friends with her mother. Both of them are rich, strict, and they both love beating children and keeping a favourite.

I flip to the next page.

Day 19

Today, me and Tante were in town. She said I should get out the house. After a while of her convincing me to come, I finally agreed. We went to get fruits, vegetables, biscuits, and much, much more. Then we saw Tante's least favourite person—Mr. Tow. I personally liked him, but Tante didn't. She said he was being too easy on us, and should be more harsh, but Mr. Tow can't help it, he's a genially nice man. Mr. Tow spotted us and started talking to us. The whole time I had a smile on my face, until Tante stopped him. She said he talked to much and should get his mouth pried shut. It wasn't much, but it made Mr. Tow never talk to us again. Is this the reason why I can't have a friend? Because my Tante can't help seeing me with one?

I close the diary and wipe the tear that came down my cheek. I think about everything she said. Those two pages talked about Y/n having friends. Alicia and Mr. Tow. It's like Elodie wants Y/n to have rich friends.

"So this is the rich, Italian, taller than you, has lots of friends, girl you were talking about."

It all makes sense.

"How rich are you from a 1 to 10?"

Elodie only wants the rich to marry her 'niece'.

But why all this for her niece..?

Is Y/n even her niece in the first place?