The sound of the door woke me up, I heard a call from outside, "Hello ma'am, it's morning. You need to wake up," I yawned before struggling to get up from the bed. This bed is just so soft and comfy, I don't want to wake up or get up, I just want to be here all day! "I'm up, I'm up," I said as I yawned.I had slept all through, even when the maids came to call me for dinner, I had refused to get up. I don't know if it was because of the long trip to the house or if it was because of how soft the bed was but I slept off and didn't go down for dinner last night"Ma'am, you're late for your ball," the maid's words made me jump from the bed. My eyes scanned the room for the wall clock and when I saw the time, I almost cried. It was 9 am! Why did I sleep till this time?!? I rushed towards the door and opened the door for the now impatient maid, "I'm really sorry," I apologized to the maid who instead bowed her head, apologizing as well. We ended up apologizing to each other. "I'll go

Annalise's POV. Elsa's hoots made me flinch, the ridicule she hurled at me didn't even bother me, she'd always trash-talk me at any given opportunity, so today wasn't an exception. Elsa was a medical student before she decided to go into the fashion world after graduation. I don't know but the girl had always loathed me, rumors had it that I took something that belonged to her, and up to date, I had no idea what that was. She's the daughter of a wealthy lineage in the country and I don't know what a girl from my background would take away from her to make her so sore. "Calm down Elsa, you don't have to create a scene whenever we meet," I said, trying to appease her but that only seemed to enrage her because the next thing she did surprised me. *Pak!* She slapped me so hard that my left cheek burned due to the intensity of the slap. "What the hell?!" I let out a yell and gave her an incensed look."What's wrong with you Elsa? What in the name of God was that?!" I flared, my eyes

I was standing in the midst of so many people. I had never been this exposed in my entire life. Although the mask had covered my face, I wasn't sure anyone would see me and recognize me, I was still feeling very self-conscious. Grandma had left my side to say Hello to her friends and I could see my father from where I stood with a glass of drink in my hand. He was speaking to some people as well. From the corner of my eyes, I could see familiar faces, like my step-siblings and stepmom. The thing was, they had walked passed me more than three times, yet they couldn't recognize me. Thank God for the face mask.The hall was so big and there were cameras everywhere. Father must have spent a lot to organize such a party in a short period of time. Not only that, the hall was full one would think that invitation had been sent weeks back. Everyone stood with a glass of wine in their hand as they spoke to another person. Everyone was dressed nicely and expensive, with one glance, one would

I watched my father take the mic as he stood on the stage. His face glowed with a smile, and everyone could tell that he was excited. He was dressed in a dark blue tuxedo, vibrant and full of life. One could tell without knowing him properly that he was a wealthy man. The way he carried himself spoke volumes. At first, he addressed the public, telling them how happy he was that they could make it to the party on such short notice. Even I am shocked about that, just yesterday they were invited and boom! More than a thousand people are here. "Are you okay?" Liam asked from the side and I forced a smile at him. My fingers were trembling, my palms sweaty and I couldn't stop stamping my left foot on the ground out of nervousness. "I'm fine," I replied before inhaling and exhaling some air to calm myself. I have never been in such a position before and I am praying earnestly not to faint before I get on stage. "Just yesterday…" Father's words flew into my ears, "I found out that I had

It was like I had suddenly become intimidating to them because their eyes kept darting left and right. Grandma kept speaking about how she got to know the Walford family and how nice they are and I couldn't help but smirk. Nice, huh? No matter how well Grandma said she knew them, I can boldly say that I knew them better. I stayed with them and have experienced each and every one of them firsthand. I didn't want to cause a scene here in the party, my party so when Grandma finally said,"Mr. and Mrs. Walford, meet my daughter, Annalise George Smith," I quickly stretched out my hand for them to take in a handshake, acting like I didn't know them, I forced out a smile, "Hello, nice to meet you," Nice to meet you. Definitely not them The look on their face switched immediately from fear to confusion. I swear, they might be wondering if I wasn't the same Annalise they had sent out of their house a few weeks ago. My hand remained hanging as none of them had taken it yet and Grandma sq