~~~A/N~~~ I appologize for this chapter isn't going to be as long as my other's have been. I still want to you to enjoy! *Howls goodbye* ~~~A/N~~~
"Um..." Vincent spoke, "Who are you?" My eyes went wide. Is he joking? Please tell me he's joking?! My mouth opened slightky; I was dumbfounded.
"Um, Sir Vincent, this is Erika Phantomhive. The one you are supposed to meet with today?" Sebastian answered for me. Me, I'm still standing here! at the bottom of the stairs in shock! I know I'm short, but do I really look like a 10 year old?! Thoughts entered and exited my mind with speed.
"Really? But she looks like she's 9 or 10 years old." Vincent spoke with a typical 'snotty-rich-kid' accent. Why is he doing this?! Doesn't he realize that those words hurt?! I clenched my fists; my finger nails almost diging into the skin of my palm. Sebastain noticed my body language. My head was tilted down so no one could see my eyes. I was getting mad.
"And what's up with that outfit. A proper lady would've greeted me in a dress; but this?" He pointed to my outfit of converse, Khakis, and a white long sleeve shirt with a T-shirt over it. Why he was doing this..I don't know.
"You're no better yourself!" Wait, was that me? I didn't notice that I had spoken. "What man, of your stature, would talk to the daughter, of the founder, of the world's largest company, huh?! My father, Ciel Phantomhive, can run your family into the ground! If I were you, Sir Vincent, I would save your breath and get the hell out of my house!" My body started to move on it's own. I took a glimpse of Sebastian's face; he was astonished, but his eyes shown disappoinment. My expression and mood changed drastically. What did jsut do? I don't even want to know. I thought to myself. I stomped up the stairs in anger; returning to my room.
"Sir Vincent, I am terribly sorry for Erika's actions, I-"
"Don't be sorry." Sebatian was cut off by Sir Vincent's voice, "This is all my fault; I didn't know that her father was the founder of Funtom Company." His voice was mono-toned when he talked. It pained my heart to hear his voice after what I had said to him. Had I never yelled at anyone with that tone of voice. I don't even think that was my voice at all.The voice was low and rough, like a man's. Who's voice was that?? I questioned myself.
~~~A/N~~~ Hey my readers....I've been writting this story for quite some time now, and I would like to see some feedback on what you think of it so far...rather it be by message, or by writing a commen! I appreciate those who gave this book votes! And I just want to say thank you for that! It makes me happy that you guys are enjoying this book. But untl next time!*Howls goodbye*~~~A/N~~~
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The Difference in Our Eyes
Roman d'amour(Taking place in year 2008) Erika Phantomhive is an almost 18 year old with a very ugly personality, and is to be married before next year. Her father, Ciel Phantomhive, is very strict on who she is to marry. Not until she has the courage to ask hi...
