❝ you wouldn't believe the kind of person i could become if you wanted it. ❞
( 🌱 ) in which a 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆
takes pleasure in watching
the new girl 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸.
❝ 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦�...
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Dark eyes peer into the room as they struggle to take in the luxury flashing before them, her uncle's extravagant estate making Céline feel even more out of place.
She never quite grasped just how rich they were, seeing as the last time she visited she was barely eight years old and everything seemed expensive compared to her farmhouse.
"Please make yourself feel at home."
The blonde winced at those words, knowing that despite her aunt's purest intentions that was simply something that could never happen.
Still, she felt like she owed it to her family to at least try.
"Thanks." She replied, voice raspier than usual as she hadn't used her vocal chords properly in at least three days and when she did it was mostly to cry.
The woman led her inside, softly closing the door as if afraid of disturbing her even more.
They make their way inside the dining room which is just as boujee as the rest of the house — or mansion, rather — and Céline is met with four curious pairs of eyes.
Three girls and one boy are situated at the table, all dressed up and proper as the smell of roasted beef wafts into the air, the dish ready to be served.
Her uncle sits at the head of the table, clearing his throat which makes them all turn back to their plates as if nothing happened.
"This is your cousin Céline. She will be staying with us for the time being and I hope you'll all be on your best behaviour." Her aunt spoke, eyes zeoring in on one of her daughters.
"Why are you only looking at me?" The girl starts, her dark brown hair falling just past her shoulders as it is neatly brushed to the side and prompted with various coloured hair clips.
"Was I?" Mrs. Pichon retorts and Céline can't help but notice the striking resemblence between the two.
"Yeah and you still are." The brunette is quick to say but the conversation soon comes to an end once her uncle's gruff voice slips in.
"Alright, Heloise. I'm sure your cousin is very tired right now so let's just all sit down and eat, okay?"
"But-"
"In silence, preferably." Her uncle stares his daughter down and the girl deflates, feeling as if she was painted as a troublemaker in her dear cousin's eyes.
"You may sit next to Henri, dearest."
And that is exactly what the blonde does, flashing the faintest of smiles at the curly haired boy who returns it and is quick to look back at his plate.
Good to know I'm not the only one who finds this awkward. She thinks, eyeing the silverware as if it were jewels and not simple pieces of cutlery.
"I hope beef is okay. We weren't really sure what you liked." Mrs. Pichon quips, already moving to cut a piece of meat and placing it in her plate.
"Beef is fine Mrs. Pichon, thank you." She lies. The pungent smell of meat is nothing but a reminder of the rotten corpses of her parents and as morbid as it sounds, she just can't get that image out of her head.
