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The car door opened and a woman wearing a large sun hat stepped out. She dawned a white chiffon top, and a pencil pink skirt that stopped a few inches above her ankles, and had a small slit at the right. Every click she made with her pink high heels, resonated with confidence. Her steps were slow, almost cat-like and the only thing one could see was her painted red lips and her manicured and delicate hands holding her red triangular purse. She passed through the Gates of the Devane Mansion but halted when her butterfly necklace fell to the ground and into a puddle. One of the 6 bodyguards accompanying her, who held the security guards of the Devane Mansion at gunpoint to let them in when they refused and chased them out after, wanted to pick up the necklace for her, but she held up her hand and continued to walk towards the house. “Oh, look at what the rain dragged in a bunch of strays.” Her voice was high-spirited and drawled out, with one side of her lips raised. Hector was s
The painting competition had begun. Rory had already submitted her painting and she was shortlisted to participate and she was the first on the list. As a celebration, Daniel asked Rory on their first official date. She video-called Kay to help her pick a dress. “What do you think I should wear?” She asked while rummaging through her closet that was bigger than a studio apartment. “I’m still at a loss for words that you freaking married Daniel Froster!” “That is not why I called you, Kay,” Rory said as she threw different dresses on the floor in frustration. “Why do none of these dresses make any fucking sense!?” The designers of these custom-made dresses would burst into tears if they heard Rory’s words. “Maybe you should calm down and look for something simple and elegant.” “Easy for you to say. You aren’t dating anyone and you’ve been on your first date which means…” She trailed off when her eyes locked on a blue baby doll dress. The lower part of the dress featured
It was the day of the in-person Painting competition. The competition was meant to only be for a day with three rounds which two out of the three would feature live painting. This was an international competition where renowned artists were here to be judges and most were going to be spectators looking to take competitors that didn't win but had talent as their apprentice. Rory was already in the lead because of her entry and her friends from school were going to support her, but only Oliver was coming from the other side of her friend's aisle. Daniel had to, unfortunately, attend a very important business meeting, however, he was going to come immediately after he was done. The rest also had things to attend to. The arena was already packed with people and all that was left was for the judges to arrive, completely. The sound of scattered chatter echoed and there was a high table for the judges close to where the barricades were and the rest was for the contestants to show their
“I’m disqualified? Why am I being disqualified” Rory narrowed her eyes. “An information was sent to the organizers that the piece you used to enter the competition was bought from an online gallery called, K and P gallery. Also,” the moderator continued, “another video of you setting off the fire alarm was captured on the security cameras”. The other artists gasped. “How could you do something like that, Rory? Here I was thinking that you were talented. How many times will you resort to cheap tricks to win?” Clara said looking appalled. “What do you mean ‘how many times’? Do you know her?” A contestant asked Clara. “She’s my schoolmate and my best friend’s older sister. It doesn't matter, at least the truth is in the light.” Clara sighed. “How can you be so shameless? We worked our asses off for this competition and you walk in here and think it's a joke. You are an example of beauty without character and brains!” “Please get the fuck out of here! We don’t need the likes of you
Clara found it difficult to breathe. Every single time she had a plan to destroy Rory, the blue-eyes witch always had a way to escape. Why was she so lucky every single time? Why did everyone always flock to her defense? What was so special about her that even the youngest most renowned artist in the world supported her? It wasn’t fair. She balled her fists, her nails piercing into her palm, but the sting she felt was nothing compared to the hatred her head pounded.“What evidence could you possibly have? Who knows if it’s forged?,” she walked over to the female judge and said, “Girls like Rory have always had things easy for them through the pretty privilege. See how many men have come to her rescue all because she played damsel in distress.”Rory chuckled. “In your eyes, beautiful women can only achieve things just because they are pretty. I don’t even think acid can clear your vision because your image of life is completely distorted.”“You said you have evidence, so let’s get this
Rory was of course given extra time to repaint her work. When she was done, the remaining top 30 contestants went on stage one by one to defend their work. The first two rounds eliminated 35 people each.Rory was the 17th person to go on stage and she uncovered her portrait. The theme was: ‘Dreamscapes beyond the Veil’.The audience and even some of the artists were confused by what she painted, yet it lured them in, refusing them the ability to look away. The judges and experts in the art world looked at it in wonder and furrowed brows.The Veiled One," stood as a testament to Rory’s innovative spirit and boundless creativity. This enigmatic painting drew the viewer in with its ethereal allure, inviting them to unravel the secrets hidden beneath its translucent layers.As one gazed upon the artwork, they were met with a figure enveloped in a series of gelatinous, transparent veils. These delicate membranes appeared to shimmer and glow, casting an otherworldly light upon the surround
Her eyes were focused on her phone. The living room was quiet except for Aurora’s occasional laughs, her manicured smooth fingers clacking across the keypad and the frequent ‘dings’ coming from her phone.Her hair was in its usual messy bun, she wore Daniel’s shirt that was more of a gown on her, and her legs were bare.“Madam, we have a um… unanticipated presence.” Butler Zoe informed her, his brows furrowed.Rory didn't look up and asked, “Who?”“Your stepmother.”Her hands typing rapidly on her phone, stopped. She looked at Butler Zoe, eyes shining and her head tilted to the side.“I can assure you, our estate is private and no one is allowed to enter without confirming from us. I'll ask the security team to tell her to leave and that she isn't allowed here.” he was about to walk away but Rory called him back.“Let her in…” she said. “Untouched.” Butler Zoe hesitated but when he saw that she diverted her attention back to her phone, he sighed and went to do as he was told.Aurora
"You cannot be putting your life at risk." Daniel admonished Rory as he paced back and forth in the living room. Rory sat down on the couch, hands in between her legs with her head lowered like a child being scolded. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to put her inside bars once and for all. For the two times she wanted to kill me, she was arrested, so my plan was foolproof and I wasn't even harmed; the bullet hit the vase... Why is it so chilly in here?" Daniel glowered. "I see you haven't realized that you are at fault." "Because I am not at fault! Vivian is the one who's at fault!" she said adamantly. A mischievous smirk played on Daniel's lips. He stalked to the back of the chair, his fingers removed the hair on her neck, and his lips were inches away from her neck, teasing her with only his hot breath."In that case, you are being a very naughty girl and do you know what naughty girls deserve?" Rory gulped. "What?" her voice was a whisper. "Pu-nish-ment." She turned her f