June first, but it was a very cloudy day.

I was in this black limousine with my mom.
A limousine, driven by a chauffeur, that obviously isn't ours.

Everything felt weird.
And out of place.

I looked out of the car window, watching as the houses we passed became bigger and prettier.
My stomach felt heavy and it was hard to believe we were really doing this.

Mom glanced at me. "We're almost there," her voice attempting to sound cheerful for me.
"You okay?" She asked when she doesn't hear any response from me.

"I'm trying to..."

"I know this is a big change, honey. Believe me, I'm nervous too."

I turned to look at her, into her blue eyes.
"If that's what you really want..." I whispered.

She smiled. "This may be surprising to you, but yes..."

I didn't know what to say to that.
The truth was.... I was scared.

We were in a new state now, Florida, moving to this man's house—a man I barely knew.

I was leaving behind my friends, the house I grew up in, and the life I knew in Ohio.

Mom and this man met during a cruise she was gifted, and they fell in love right away—Love at first sight.

Lowkey jealous, not gonna lie...

They had been in a long-distance relationship for a year, and now, they decided to move in together.

Which meant I had to move in this man's house too...
It's not easy to change everything when I'm already 20.

"You won't be alone, anyway, Victor has a daughter your age, you can bond with her." My mom said.

Bonding with a girl I've never seen before?
Who has a totally different life than me?
Who probably doesn't give a damn about me?

I didn't even know her name. My mom probably mentioned it in passing, but it clearly didn't stick.

Yeah, this is going to be real fun!

The gates opened, and the mansion was there: huge.

Pearl white, two stories, wide porch, tall windows, and balconies.
A freaking pool in the back, that seemed big enough for an entire neighborhood to swim in.

It was nothing like the small, simple home I'd grown up in Ohio...

I turned around in awe... there was also a freaking horse stable...
Because... who doesn't need that in their backyard, right?!

"Remind me why they're so rich, again..." I stammered.

"They own a chain of luxury, high-end hotels..." my mom replied.

They are freaking millionaires.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Not really..." I murmured.
I was starting to panic.

Mom gave my hand a squeeze.
"Whatever happens," she said, her voice soft, "we've got each other."

This is my mother's first relationship after her divorce with my father five years ago, so I have to at least try to be supportive—even if it feels weird.

"I know, mom, it's okay..."
I hugged her tightly, let out a deep sigh, and then step out of the limousine this man sent us.

"Giselle, finally!" He called my mom with a huge smile and kissed her.

That's the first time I've seen him in person,
Victor Russell stands tall with black hair and dark brown eyes.

He wears a white linen shirt, neatly pressed, and tailored black pants. His posture straight and elegant.

He walked over me, "I'm so happy to finally meeting you," he hugged me too.
It was awkward but nice, I gotta admit.

"Thanks..." I made an effort to smile

"That's my daughter over nere. Go with her, she'll show you your room."
He moved, and I looked up at the stairs.

His daughter was casually leaning against one of her mansion's walls.
Arms crossed, legs crossed, black hair, black heels, black sunglasses.

She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me like she was the queen of the mansion, and I was just some random nobody...

Great start...

I walked over, doing my best to ignore the way her piercing eyes were fixed on me the whole time.

I was now in front of her, but she didn't bother to change her pissed-off expression, nor her position.

She was wearing a black bodysuit with fitted pants and a heart-shaped neckline, held up by thin straps.

She had on various luxury items, like necklaces, shiny earrings and fancy rings, that probably cost more than my mother's house.

Why is she dressed so fancy at seven in the evening, by the way? It must be a rich-thing...

"Hi..." I said trying to sound friendly.

Silence.

"I'm Grace, nice to meet you..." I introduced myself.

She remained completely motionless and unbothered.

What a warm welcome!

"Your father told that..."

She took off her Prada sunglasses, sliding the arms between her fingers and lifted them up in her hair.

"I heard that." She cut me off with a sharp sigh.

She had every typical rich girl trait: skinny, tall, long straight hair, amber-toned skin, big eyes, curled eyelashes.

And the most predictable thing: she looked me up and down with a judgmental look.

About me...
I have blue eyes, and my skin is super pale.
My light brown hair is carefully tied back with a white flower clip. The rest falls on my shoulders, softly waving.

I was wearing soft colors: white sneakers, a pink top, and a sky-blue skirt.

Like... we couldn't be more different...

She abruptly ran off and entered her mansion, leaving me alone on the porch.

I'm starting to freaking lose it.

She rolled her eyes and seemed to call me with her gaze, since she was looking at me like I was a puppet...

I hesitated for a moment before walking after her, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

I stood on her right, but we both kept a safe distance, you never know...

That house was... stunning, though...
The grand staircase, the massive chandelier, and the large table, which matched the floors made of white marble with black veins.

Everything  just felt too much. Almost intimidating.
Just like this girl.

She raised a finger, her nails were painted black.
"Upstairs. Second room to the right. Have fun, you'll need it."

"Why...?" I dared to ask.

"You'll wish you never set foot in this house by the end of the weekend, mark my words." She scoffed at me.

My brow furrowed. "Is that a warning or a threat?" I asked nervously.

She smirked, amused by how fast I reacted.
"It's both," she said, tapping her nails against her arm.

The audacity...

I slowly turned to her, and we locked eyes... but hers were so dark and deep, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Her lips were covered in an expensive burgundy lipstick. I couldn't help but think about my simple pink one...

She suddenly raised an eyebrow in an irreverent way and turned sharply on her heels, running off, again.

What the hell she have in her mind, seriously?
I followed her with my gaze, expecting the worse...

"Maya!" her father scolded, demanding an explanation.

Oh, so that's her name.
She didn't even bother to introduce herself to me.

"What are you doing?! You are supposed to—"

She shot her father a sharp glance.
"I've got better things to do than babysit her. She can figure it out herself."

Excuse me?!

She walked effortlessly over to a luxury black car.

Never thought about the color black as much as I had in the past five minutes...
But she seemed addicted to it.

She started the car, and it roared to life. Then she smirked, amused, in my direction, fully aware that the noise wasn't an accident but a deliberate move to grab attention.

Do... we a have... a narcissist, here?

"MAYA!" Her father called her once again, angrily.

She sped off in the car and disappeared through the gates.

I was just shocked...
Who the hell does she think she is, seriously?

I came in with good intentions, but she totally ruined them with her shitty attitude.
And it's obvious we can barely stand each other's existence already.

Never in my worst nightmares did I think I'd be stuck living with her. But I have no choice but to deal with it.

Something in my head's telling me this is gonna be a messy collision.

I hate it.

A/N
I hope you like this beginning, get ready for REAL drama, tension, twists and storms!
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