The Difference Between Us

{48} Scarlet's attic I

S C A R L E T

If looks could kill, Asa would be six feet under and the weird ass dress she is holding in her hand would be burnt up under my intense gaze. I. Never. Wear. Dresses. Never.

"Scarlet!" Asa reprimanded. "The Christmas dinner is in three days and lord Benjamin, your father, demands you to be in your best behavior which means and I quote 'she has to be dressed like a proper lady and cease being an embarrassment to the Fredrickson family'." Asa quoted.

"If you keep forcing me to wear this dress, I would wreck the party." I threatened.

I hate Christmas. I hate the cold wind of December. I hate the Christmas dinner parties that my father hosts every year. I hate stupid cousins that think they are better than me in every way. I hate stupid stereotypical rich people. I hate the lights. I hate the songs. I hate them all.

"Scarlet." Asa's voice broke through my hate filled thoughts. " Scarlet, you can do it this time." She reassured.

"Can I?" I asked unsurely. This is one of the few times I would let any emotions slip and Asa is the only person alive I have shown this much emotion to.

"You can."

• 24th of December. •

I hate December but I hate this day in particular. If I were a person of many emotions, my bitter feelings about Christmas would have reached my friends but it is better they remain oblivious. The feeling of Logan's eyes lingering on me, however, did not go unnoticed. His eyes search for something and I'm afraid he is closer to the answer than he thinks he is. He is the reason after all... No. I mustn't think like that. He is different.

I pulled up at the cemetery. It has been a long day at the orphanage and it does not help that I have an annoying dinner party to attend. If father thinks I would show up in a friggin dress, he is wrong. My emotionless eyes looked boredly at the graves in front of me.

'Here lies the gentle and generous soul of Alexandra Fredrickson, a mother, a sister and a wonderful wife.'

'Here lies the kind heart of Sara Fredrickson. A loving sister, daughter and friend.'

I clenched my fists hard against my cargo pants. I don't want to go to the dinner party.

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Lights and flashing cameras distorted my already poor vision as soon as I stepped out of the limousine. Like every male Fredrickson, I wore a white tuxedo with a red shirt and bow tie. It was bigger than me and I probably look ridiculous but I don't give a damn. Something about my father sparked my rebellious side every time and I damn make sure to follow it every time it rings.

A glare silenced rising questions from reporters and I made my way to the giant hall that was the location of the dinner party. Once I stepped inside everybody stopped to give me strange looks and like I expected, whispers started. I have that aura. I couldn't care less about what other people think about me though.