𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

Trigger warning: dark thoughts, mentions of abuse, sex and the usual swearing

Lizzie's POV:

1 hour later

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I was still thinking over what Enzo had hastily babbled after his talk with Riddle. He did tell him a lot, but at least he survived telling him.

From what he said it sounded like he was already in a coffin, 6 feet under ground. And that was just from Mattheo's glare.

I bet anyone else would have been killed. But Enzo's innocent demeanor saved him.

He's like a fluffy kitten. Only a monster with no heart, remorse or morals would kill a kitten. Riddle still has a heart, but it must be beating so slowly it's about to give out from not giving or receiving love.

Obviously, Enzo isn't a baby cat, but he does act like one. He looks adorable and innocent, but at the same time he's a little demon that would scratch you for no reason all over your face.

And he sleeps like 10 to 12 hours a night.

And his hair is fluffy like a kitten's.

His hair is what I'm messing with right now. I'm sat in a grand dressing room I didn't know even existed on an overly puffy chair. Enzo is sat on the floor on a, also very puffy, pillow.

I've been sat here barely 10 minutes and all I want it to cut all my hair off so the stylists leave me alone.

For context, my mother came banging on my door like 15 minutes ago, screaming that I have to follow her because they got some stylists to come do my hair for the proposal party in 3 days.

They're braiding my hair, because the natural curls looked "too wild" for a fancy party. But they're taking their sweet time with these braids. 

I've had enough time to braid, unbraid and braid Enzo's hair again. But his hair it shorter and I'm doing simple plaits.

He's been reading a book, aloud, while I do this so he doesn't go insane. Right now he's reading Alice in Wonderland. It's a special illustrated version Aurora bought him for Christmas.

He takes care of it more than he takes care of himself. I think it's cute.

But I'm also so jealous of Aurora. Not because she's marrying Enzo, no I'm the one that begged and degraded myself in front of my mother and the Dark Lord for them to be engaged.

I'm jealous that she got to marry who she wants. I'm jealous that she doesn't have as strict parents. I'm jealous that she has a personality, a sense of self. I'm jealous that she can be so amazing.

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My whole life I've been told to neaten up, to make myself look better so a good man will marry me. That I shouldn't be so rude, or aggressive. That I shouldn't bother with my education too much, since my future husband can do it for me.

All the other girls were brought up mostly equal to boys. So why was I treated like it was the 1800s? Like I was just something my father would give away to a random man for some money? Why had women been given the right to vote, if I didn't have those rights?