She was his Cinderella, but was he her prince charming?
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❝ This is my son.❞ Stephanie repeated again after she was sure she had my whole attention now. I looked at the man beside her and couldn't help bu...
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Isabella
The silk cloth surrounded me making me feel gorgeous once again. This was the second time I felt like admiring myself a bit longer. The dress was a shade of light lavender, square neckline that pushed my collarbone on display. The sleeves were what made me fall in love with it, they were bell-shaped half sleeves. The dress hugged me till my breasts and fell around until my figure until my knees. I felt comfortable with it.
"Ella!" I heard Stephanie's voice call me. "Coming!" I replied trying my hair in a side braid and secured it with an elastic. I left my room towards the dining area but had to stop for a moment to inhale the aroma of delicious food that filled the house. "The smell alone makes me hungry," I said while walking further in, my eyes moving around the table in search of food. "Patience," Stephanie said with a chuckle while placing a white ceramic bowl with a lid on, on the dining table.
"Ella!" Gia exclaimed, grabbing my attention. "You look beautiful." She said with a smile. "I was going to say that." Stephanie scolded her mockingly and was about to add something when the doorbell suddenly rang. "He's here!" Stephanie clapped her hands excitedly and almost ran towards the door. "Come here." Mumbled Gia as she walked over to me and did some tugging and pulling of my hair. "Now it's better." She said once she was satisfied. "What did you do?" I asked in confusion but I didn't get a chance to listen further because Stephanie once again called me from behind, from the excitement in her voice I knew her son was here. With a huge smile on my lips, I turned around to greet them.
The world around me stopped for a minute. It felt like oxygen was sucked out of me as my eyes met the familiar ones of my best friend, Victoria. Suddenly my vision started to get blurry. "Ella?" I heard my name being called, snapping me out of my daze. "I'm sorry," I mumbled blinking my eyes rapidly to clear my vision, hoping nobody saw them tear up.
"This is my son," Stephanie repeated again after she was sure she had my whole attention now. I looked at the man beside her and couldn't help but frown at his face, especially his eyes. They seemed so familiar and before Stephanie could say it I knew who he was. "Vernon Morris." I had barely begun to breathe again when once again, I was knocked off by my emotions. "And this is Victoria, his girlfriend," Stephanie added.
I couldn't help but look at her. I knew this woman already. This is the woman I thought was my best friend. She knew it, she knew who he was but still, she was there by his side as his girlfriend. First time in my life I was experiencing betrayal and it was the worst feeling ever. A heavyweight was suddenly placed on my throat as I watched the two in front of my eyes while my hand moved over my stomach that was carrying his child.
"Ella Meyers, the Paying Guest." Stephanie introduced me to the two people I ran away from. "Hello!" Vernon extended his hand for a shake but my mind was fuzzy. I was still trying to process the last seconds of my life. My best friend was in front of me as a girlfriend of the father of my child. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to be angry, I wanted to be so many things at that moment but all I could do was smile back at them and accept his hand. "Pleasure to meet you," I said, my voice cracking indiscernible.
