Pharrah's POV:
"It's only one night, P. You got this, just smile and be polite and the whole night will go smoothly." I gave myself a final pep talk before I walked outside to get in the Limo. If the wheels on my car were still intact I wouldn't have to ask my dad to bring me limo. When I called him on the phone and told him what happened to my car he said that should've never started working in the first because he could pay for my lifestyle and more. And I could feel him smiling on the other end with satisfaction because I fucked up proving that I needed his money after all. I responded, "If you want me to go this fucking dance shit and play the part of your precious little girl then send a car otherwise I won't be needing your assistance any further." He cut me off mid-sentence saying ok ok then mumbling you'll be back under our Empire soon enough my love. Meaning that me losing my car was only the first step of me coming back into his arms.
My father is worst than Olivia Pope's dad in Scandal. They both trick themselves into thinking that they've done everything in their power to be good fathers and provide for us but have broke the spirits of our mother's in the process. And it is quite sad cause sometimes I feel like my life is all just one play production in my father eyes that he really believes that I should forgive him for the terrible ways he treated my family. I shook off the horrific memories and peeked into the mirror. "Look at you,"I whispered to myself. "If you could survive all those years you can last through one night, besides it will also make your mom happy." I continued to talk and settled my conscience with the excuse that my mom needed my support cause if it was just my father I wouldn't even thought about going.
I peeked into the mirror one last time admiring my strapless, low cut light pink dress embroidered with diamond and pearls that hugged my body and open up near the end. I brushed my baby hair back into my tight, high bun addng a little more edge control and sprayed on some perfume. I grabbed my purse making my way downstairs. I felt like I was going off to prom with my highschool crush. But like I said my life isn't a play production, there were no parents waiting with their cameras to take the pictures and no boy waiting with a coursage to attach to my dress. And this sure as hell wasn't a happy moment like Prom night would be. I got to the end of the staircase and my Giseppi heels clicked against my polished hardwood floor. I took one last look around the house and left outside.
My father's personal driver of 26 years, Mark who used to take my brothers and I back and forth from school opened the door for me. He wore a tuxedo and black shoes. I got in in and thanked him with a 20 dollar tip. Like I said there were some perks of having rich ass parents like riding a limo to school everyday amd having the other kids look at you in awe as you exited the vehicle but I didn't ever know what it was like to have all your brothers and sisters try to pile into the the families minivan to get to school and you'd each take turns sitting in the front with your father and tell him how your previous day of school was. In fact I rarely saw my father during the week cause he was always working, "for the betterment of our family."
And even though riding to school with your dad is not a real big deal for most people, I used to get a little bummed out when I saw all my friends getting walked in by their parents on the first day of school and I just got dropped of by my many brothers.
I change the perspective on the topic and realized how close this fact made me and my brothers. I thought about how great it would be to see them tonight as well.
The car stopped in the front of the the building and Mark walked around to open the door for me after parking in with behind other exotic cars. I let one leg out my heel clicking against the pavement. Mark grabbed my hand for support and the scene before me was unrealistic a red carpet walkway with paparazzi cluttering the against the metal barricades. An array bright lights flashing among me like I wasa movie star at my movie premiere. My father goes all out for everyrhing I got out the car and Mark locked arms with my which took me by surprise.
