Unexpected

2 | Practically the Devil who wears Prada

Dedicated to orangechicken because she's just so awesome and her story I'll Protect You has been my first wattpad love. She's also into Youtubers which is totally cool because I am too.

CHAPTER ONE

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I was so shocked I didn't move. My mother has never visited me since last year and it was obviously not an experience I'd like to be in again. My eyes were still wide open and my hand clutched at the steering wheel for dear life. Knuckles white, I still held on to it.

"Look, Winter, it's gonna be okay," Cassie tried to comfort me but it was so obvious that she didn't believe a thing she said.

"Oh god help me," I said, still staring straight ahead.

"You know, she might not want you to go back this time," she said.

"Yeah. But she's still going to be a bitch to me," I said.

She smiled at me. "You know, I don't think princesses could swear."

I grinned at her and removed my grip on the steering wheel. "What do you mean they couldn't? You're looking at one right now."

I took a deep breath and opened my door.

"Come on Cassie, let's enter the hell that was once my happy home," I said.

"It's not going to be hell for me," she said and walked toward the door proudly.

"Of course! She loves you!" I shouted at her.

I opened the door and there she was: my mom. She had the same blonde hair I have, only, I hide mine under the dark brown wig.

"Mom," I said and she turned her body towards me.

"Aw sweetheart, hello!" she said as she walked to me with open arms.

She hugged me and I forced a smile. "Hi Mom."

She looked at me and removed my glasses. "Honey, these are hideous. Please put them away. I wanna see you bright blue eyes clearly."

"Yes Mom," I said and placed the glasses on top of the coffee table.

"Oh and Cassandra, dear, how nice to see you again," she said and hugged Cassie.

"Nice to see you too Aunt Beatrice," Cassie said to my mom.

They started talking to each other and I found myself completely ignored. Wow.

"Uhm. Mom, I'm just gonna go upstairs and fix my things," I said and both ladies looked at me.

"Sure, dear. Just get rid of your wig, honey. And please change into another set of clothes. Even though your cheerleading outfit is cute, you have to change," she said.

I groaned. See why I hate my mom? She's practically the devil who wears Prada.

I groaned again and stomped my feet before going up to my room. I changed into a nice dress because she'd practically skin me alive if I didn't.

I practically ripped off the brown wig from my head and let my blonde hair tumble on my back. It was really a relief to remove the wig. It's too hot and I absolutely hate it. I brushed my blonde locks and headed back downstairs.

When I got down, my mother was having tea with Cassie. Cassie loves tea and my mother loves tea so they get along just fine. I, on the other hand, hate tea and my mother hates me. Ugh. I just wish I could trade myself with Cassie to end this misery. Since 'that' day, my mother always thinks that everything I do is wrong. Seriously. She finds a single grain of mistake and she rubs it in my face. But of course, she doesn't look very hostile. Geez, my mom really is into, as she says, "constructive criticism".