Puckering my lips making sure to apply my favourite pink royalty lipstick, staring at the stunning beauty appearing in the mirror. Raspberry coloured pencil skirt hugging my curves in the right places. V-neck long sleeved black crop top, simple yet elegant look for a family meeting, especially facing my reserved parents. Apparently an arrangement between myself and Nate Dickson, a famous billionaire was made. I have the slightest idea about what the arrangement is about, but who am I to disagree? Every word that escapes my parents' lips I pay keen attention to. I don't feel like an independent young woman, I was probably stripped of my freedom ages ago but instead of rebelling I complied. Reminiscing on my childhood memories I couldn't help but wonder, do they even love me?

Flashback

I ran to my parents jumping, hyper as ever my pure gaze meeting theirs "here!" carefully placing the envelope on the desk. Their once calm appearance turned sour as they observed the letter then their gaze fell upon my figure, Never the less my smile remained wide and toothy.

"What is this?" Miss Panalope questioned to which I replied "A school trip for 7 Graders and I humbly ask if I can participate in the activity" bowing as I recited the words. Immediately assuming that hours of practise paid off but my expectations were cut short. A deep voice sternly yelled "No! You are not permitted to go."

My grin faded turning gruesome as I couldn't help but feel upset "Why?" I paused tears falling non stop "I did everything you ordered me" pausing to catch my breath."I excelled in class with exceptional grades but every time I complete this command I get scold for scoring 2 marks less." Sobbing as my hands sheltered my face "Why? ..... Why do I always have to endure this but Tabatha and the rest are always spared?" Revealing my face as snot run down by nostrils and eyes puffy red.

"Mama, Papa do you love me?" I proclaimed itching for positive response but was shun in return. Their expression was really ugly not even makeup could mask its hideousness and this solely proved me wrong.

Since that day they told me to only address them as 'Mr and Mrs Panalope'. I nodded only responding when I'm called, obeying every single demand. Never questioning their decisions and never asking for anything hoping that maybe if I continue the acts they'll love me. As I grew older I finally understood that I was just a puppet to them. The only difference was that in their cold eyes wearing warm smiles were only a facade to me, they don't even consider myself as a human being more like a robot. I notice this every time I see nothing but blank in their eyes as I grew up.

End of Flashback

Tightening my grip on the pencil skirt as I remember bitter memories of the past. It has been 10 years since then and I have always felt used. Tear drops escaping my eyes as it fell on my cheek and smeared some of my makeup. Swearing underneath my hot breath, I redid my makeup and once again stare at the beautiful figure at the mirror. Checking my black watch matching with the outfit noticing I'm early before collecting my purse, grabbing my heels and approached the open door leaving the apartment. Whispering these few words "Of course they don't love me, so why should I continue this pointless act?" As millions of negative thoughts gushed through my head. Entering my Bentley I slightly turned the key as the engine boomed "Maybe....just maybe they'll finally show bits of emotions around me or not?" sighing as I muttered those words before driving off.