The days passed by more quickly, and today was Friday, the famous day of the blind date. The past few days were more hectic because I had to be rushed from right to left by Nana to do my hair and arrange my nails. Even if I had to impress on the famous blind date, they didn’t want to use money unnecessarily in bringing me to beauty salons. Instead, I had my hair and nails done by someone who is used to helping Nana when she is supposed to attend balls or ceremonies accompanied by her mother. After I was done with the preliminary steps to make a breathtaking creature, I now had to go and meet Nana to see which dress would go in accordance with all the efforts made on my hair, especially.
She walked towards Nana's room and knocked. When she heard a sound inside, she immediately knew that her cousin was there. She was more certain when her cousin opened the door with a beauty mask on her face. Her cousin first took her sweet time to look at Aurora from top to bottom before stepping backward to let her enter. She then went directly to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned with a towel still in her hands, probably from washing away the beauty mask. She was also in a bathrobe. She walked towards a chair in front of her table, turned it to face Aurora better, and made herself comfortable. She crossed her right leg over the left, causing the bathrobe to slide to the side, revealing her thigh. Her right hand was lying on the table, and her left hand was lazily resting on her thigh. Aurora narrowed her eyes. She didn’t understand why all those gestures were necessary just to give a dress and accessories. She was so absorbed in trying to understand the reasons behind these actions until she came to the conclusion that maybe the person wanted to show their level of superiority compared to her. While thinking about it, she concluded that this was the only reason. Feeling quite satisfied with this conclusion, she looked at Nana, who was calm, different from her usual horrible behavior. Aurora narrowed her eyes. She didn’t understand why all those gestures were necessary just to give a dress and accessories. She was so absorbed in trying to understand the reasons behind these actions until she came to the conclusion that maybe the person wanted to show their level of superiority compared to her. While thinking about it, she concluded that this was the only reason. Feeling quite satisfied with this conclusion, she looked at Nana, who was calm, different from her usual horrible behavior. Nana, who had been staring at the other party's face for a while, tilted her head to the side. "What are you here for?" she asked with a hint of pure disdain in her voice, not even bothering to mask her facial expression to show the level of hate she had for Aurora. (Hateful, I don’t understand how a good-for-nothing orphan can have more looks than I am supposed to have.) Her eyes became more expressive about just how she hated Aurora. Aurora tilted her head to the side and opened her dainty, slightly red lips to answer, "The time for the blind date is approaching, and I thought it would be better to have everything needed ready in one place." Her voice was soft and smooth to hear; even Nana was momentarily entranced by it until she snapped out of it, angry at herself for being dazed. She then motioned for Aurora to approach until they were near each other. Nana looked up and smirked, “Why must I lend you my accessories? You're just going to be my substitute, right?” she asked. Aurora just turned her back and marched towards the door while answering the question, “You can still refuse. I don’t mind wearing my dresses, you know,” she said rather provocatively. With that said, she turned back to have a look at Nana's face, which was mixed with different emotions, whether fear, anticipation, or doubt. Nana looked up defiantly and answered, “I refuse. You're just going to be a substitute. Do you think my father will let you have my belongings? Why don’t you wake up from your dream, pesky bug?” Aurora just smiled rather sweetly and left the room. She walked towards the corridor leading to her room while humming a tune in a low voice, her eyes sparkling and expressing her enthusiasm for the upcoming events, but she was not looking forward to the blind date. She checked the time and realized she had thirty minutes left. Her expression grew somber at the thought of having a meal with a perfect stranger, but if it could give her some freedom for a while, then it wasn't a bad deal. She walked faster and retreated to her room to prepare. She assured herself that she first needed to have a fresh bath to calm her nerves from the upcoming challenge. Then, she walked towards her closet to choose the least worn-out dress she had. It was a navy blue dress that reached her knees. She then took a light cherry red lipstick that was given to her by Vicky and carefully applied it to her charming lips.Later, she carefully dried her silky black hair and took a comb to meticulously brush it. She tied it in a half-high ponytail because she considered the efforts placed before were just to treat it, making it feel more like a hair treatment rather than styling it. She then took a hairpin and placed it on the band holding her hair in place. She left her room and descended down the stairs. As she took the last step of the stairs, she came across her uncle, who almost knocked her if not for her fast reaction. He stared at her for a few minutes from head to toe without blinking until his usual cold eyes showed emotions of anger and disgust. He grabbed her by her collar and yanked her towards him until they were at eye level. He asked her, "Why aren’t you wearing a presentable dress and accessories, or is your goal to sully our family?".She looked at him with a perplexed look before glancing to the side. "I went to meet Nana to borrow a dress, but she refused," her unc
The weather in March was not that good at that particular moment. A twenty-year-old girl was seen sitting by the window looking at rain flowing down. Her fifteen-meter room had a lit bulb that barely burned to illuminate the room. Her white pale hands, with calluses from doing home chores, were holding a needle and a dress, trying to mend her already worn-out dress. Her room was just barely managed with only a chair, a bed, and a single cupboard.She was still mending her clothes when the door to her room banged open, and a brown-haired girl was standing at the door. The girl’s eyes were filled with disdain as she looked all over the room before her eyes landed on the girl sitting near the windows. She closed her nose as if the room was smelling badly. "Aren’t you ready yet, or do you want to make Mom and I wait?" Her voice was low but threatening, making the girl look up. The bright blue eyes made the girl standing at the door clench her fist."No sister, I was just mending the cloth
As they watched their aunt leave, Nana turned towards Aurora. Her gentle demeanor, which she always portrayed in front of her mother, vanished in a second, bringing now her haughty behavior. She looked at Aurora from head to toe, still feeling angry at the fact that the girl was more beautiful than her. She couldn't even take her eyes away from her. She shook her head and glared at the girl, who was of the same height as her. "Go and get me a glass of champagne," she said. Coincidentally, a server was passing by, so Aurora walked towards him, took a glass from him, and gave it directly to Nana. Nana took the glass with her left hand and folded her right hand over her chest, letting the hand holding the glass rest on it. She looked around the room until her eyes lit up. “Bryan!” she lifted her right hand to wave at the person. Hearing the name, Aurora involuntarily stiffened, her hands clenched at her sides before involuntarily releasing them. Since Nana didn’t get the reaction of
In the middle of the parlor, Nana and Aurora were left standing, gazing at each other. While one was seething with anger, the other was calm, as if the eyes looking at her with deep hatred weren’t directed at her at all. The tension around the parlor was so high that it could be cut through with a knife. Pak! Aurora’s head tilted to the side, her beautiful face stained with five handprints on her cheeks, as she looked at the angry nana. This time, her once calm face turned expressionless, and her voice almost lowered to the point of a whisper with a hint of surprise. “Can you tell me what's the meaning of this ?” she asked. Nana wasn’t done as she tried to scratch the other party's face without success. “It’s all your fault, you bitch! Bryan doesn’t want to abandon you. You always take every little thing that belongs to me. Will you be satisfied after taking everything away from me?” As she said it, her voice was hysterical. Aurora, who was slightly stunned and speechless, burst ou
As she entered her room, she immediately discarded the dress she was wearing and took a short bath. She then put on her old clothes that she had been wearing while waiting for the unusable dresses from her cousin. She remembered how her twelve-year-old self had asked her aunt if she could get new clothes, but what she got in response was, "Enjoy what you have been given, but do not covet for more." And so, the conversation ended like that. She made her way to her bed and climbed onto it. She picked up her phone that she had thrown earlier on the bed before leaving for the ceremony.As she took her phone, contemplating if she should call or write a message to her friend, she decided to call. After just a few seconds, the call connected and a sweet, joyful voice came into her ears, "Hey Aurora, what’s up?" Hearing her voice made Aurora’s eyes glisten with tears. Her eyes, which were calm, now glistened with tears upon hearing her friend’s voice. She met her friend when she was still in
Aurora kept her eyes fixed on Nana’s laughing face while reminiscing about what happened 15 years ago. She remembered how, at that time, she considered her aunt as her mom. She remembered how she drew a little picture of their family with her aunt and uncle behind her, and Nana in front, all smiling, even though she was the only outcast with black hair. As she looked at the picture she drew, she felt proud. In her moments of happiness, she ran to her aunt, wanting to try and earn praise. Her aunt was sitting at the table in the kitchen, tightening her hand on the phone as if she had received bad news, with a cup of coffee in front of her. Little Aurora, oblivious to that, called out to her, only to be splashed with tea. She was quick to dodge, but unfortunately, it splashed on her forearm, running down to her hand. She let out some sobs, but her aunt didn’t care and said to her that she wasn’t her mom, but hers was a bitch. But what can a 5-year-old understand? After venting her ange
As she entered the store, her face, which was red earlier from embarrassment, had regained her previous color. She had a very big smile on her innocent face when she thought about how she was back in this store after weeks of absence. The store held most of her good memories. As she looked around to see if there was a change, her eyes twinkled with excitement and anticipation, and her face devoid of any makeup. But that didn’t stop her from appearing charming. While she was observing the surroundings with her twinkling eyes and her lips arched in a small smile, many were entranced by her beauty. Her hair swayed from side to side as she looked around. Men were absorbed in her beauty, while women were jealous. Even though the dress she was wearing was worn-out and easily remarked upon, it was still overshadowed by her beauty.Aurora, oblivious to her surroundings, was still standing near the door when she was fetched by a servant who brought her to her table. There she saw her best fr
As she observed Aurora eating, she knew that as Aurora tasted the food, her eyes kept glancing to the left, a proof that the food didn’t suit her. But she didn’t complain and ate the food in silence. She couldn't say anything; she remembered the day she confronted Aurora about the issue, but she just answered that food was precious. Even if you don’t enjoy it, you have to eat because others don’t get the chance to eat what you don’t like. Vicky felt deep down that it was just excuses. She didn’t get to eat warm food until she was satisfied because her aunt managed to prepare a meal that would easily satisfy the three family members, and Aurora got to eat the leftovers. But if she tried to help, that would be an additional burden placed on her. So she tried to minimize the pain she felt by inviting her from time to time.But she was far from imagining that since young Aurora had long washed away the hope that they would accept her, consider her as family. But everything was lost as tim