I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my own self. Was I really that ugly? The numerous scars running the length of my body probably said yes. But even if I was the ugliest person alive, did I really deserve all this.
Putting a stopper to my rebellious thoughts then and there , I began my makeup. I usually prefer it light, but my mother likes dark and what I call it devilish makeup. So naturally that's my only choice. Putting on a thick stroke of eye liner and blood red lipstick, I picked up my dress. I like light colors, like blue but again my mother's choice. It was deep green, the Malfoy color of course.
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I slipped inside the dress. Given to my clumsiness, it would be a miracle if I don't fall wearing this and the heels.
I sat on the chair ,waiting for mother. She would, do my hair or rather mercilessly pull it, resulting in a bad headache and then tell me how I should behave. How I should curtsy the guests, how I should smile at every pure blood boy and of course how I should let Thomas Avery do anything he wants to. After all we will be married after my graduation.
If there was someone I hated with absolute passion, it was that guy. He was a complete womanizer, the Junior pure blood maniac and of course, an ass hole. He never missed one opportunity to flirt with me, which infuriated both me and brother. But according to my parents he was the perfect man for me and so our parents had agreed on our marriage, the day after my graduation, him being an year senior to me.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice my mother entering the room, until she pulled my hair back rather hard. I gave a small yelp, more due to surprise than pain.
" You look better now, nice makeup Adeline". A compliment, was this a dream? But I knew if I didn't reply fast it would become a nightmare.
"Thank you mother. I learned it from the best". I gave my fakest possible smile and of course my mother looked even more proud, if that was possible.
She finished my hair do, doing it less painfully, now that I had expressed my gratitude. It was beautiful, my mother however vain, was real good with classic dresses and hair do.
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" So now that you look decent, I assume you know how to behave". Without giving me the chance to reply she continued, " Behave in front of the guests. Agree to everything the other pure blood ladies say. Be nice with dear Thomas and of course use the word Mudblood often. It would indicate that you are a bit normal, Understood ", she ended the well reversed speech in a stern tone.
" Yes mother ", I nodded, as she put her hand inside her robes and drew out a crystal vial. She carefully applied the colorless potion under my eyes, to hide the hideous dark circles of course. " Lucius will come to take you downstairs. And remember , your father won't like it if you misbehave".
I visibly trembled at this. The last thing I wanted was to do was annoy father and the rather deep scar on my wrist was a proof.
My mother left the room and closed the door. I looked in the mirror, just to see a very tired girl looking back.
For people, the girl looked elegant and classy in this costly dress and makeup. But those who could see beneath the mask saw a very tired girl, who didn't had one hope. But only one person saw this, my brother.
Lucius stepped inside my room, looking as handsome as ever. " You look tired sis", he said lifting me up from the chair.
" And do you exactly expect ? ".
He looked thoughtful for a second before putting his hand inside his robes and taking out a small box.
" This will cheer you up , I'm sure".
He took out a beautiful necklace fom the box and put it on my neck. The tiny emerald pendant and the diamond shining as the last rays of dusk entered my room.
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" It's so pretty ", I literally gasped.
" Looks even more pretty on you ", he flashed me a brilliant smile.
" Well only you think I'm beautiful ".
" Thomas does too", he smirked knowing this would infuriate me.
" He just thinks I'm sexy , that little piece of shit", I growled.
" Control this temper downstairs, I don't want you to end up in trouble ", he gave me a sympathetic look.
" Well, I know. For I'm not sure how much more can my body take", I spoke more to myself than him.
Lucius diverted his eyes, clearly not wishing to show he disagreed with father on abusing me. He cared for me, I knew this. But he's too scared to stand up for me, I know this too.
He finally looked at me and took my hand , leading me downstairs, or according to me in the pure blood asylum.
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