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♦️ A story about love, born from revenge ♦️
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She, as a free spirit had an immense passion for life, and due to her desire to live it as wholly as possible, she needed as much freedom as she...
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The woman standing there was 45 years old but she looked younger and beautiful. Her bright gray eyes were asking for attention with their prettiness.
She's got layered shoulder length hair, died dark blonde as she always said it made her look younger. Her hair wasn't curly like mine though, but it was still rich and shiny as mine.
I often wondered why my hair was curly when nobody in my family had curls, besides my brother, of course.
I was taller than my mother, but she wasn't short either. She was about the right height and did I mention her beauty?
She was always elegant and knew how to dress, just like now. She wore a simple greenish-blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and loose, and it matched her simple heeled sandals. A semicircular, high collar made of silk-like materials headed the floor-length robe and laced masquerade mask in same color.
Maybe I didn't look like her but I know for sure I've got that style from her. But besides that, there were no similarities, just as with my father.
Mother's smile disappeared as soon as she took a longer look.
"What have you done?! Your hair?!" She cried out in terror as she stormed through the room straight to me.
"Mum, relax, it's just a wig." I replied as I turned to face her.
She would have killed me if I did something to my hair or body. She'd say something like 'I didn't suffer all those hours giving birth to you so you can destroy my masterpiece!'
"What?" She asked in confusion as I turned back to the mirror.
"A wig." I repeated as our eyes locked in the mirror.
"Why would you wear a wig?"
"It's a masquerade ball, isn't it? I just wanted to look different tonight."
"Why? People never really saw you. They've seen you just once and since then..." She trailed off as she couldn't finish that sentence.
There's been always something magical about my mother. She just loved everything I did, praised me and made jovial conversation. We used to have the kind of bond a civilization could be forged on, just by following our example.
Now, it wasn't like that anymore. I was more distant. I know it was hard on her too, she lost her child and seeing me every day was a reminder. I couldn't look at my reflection in months myself.
At that point, our family just drifted apart. She made herself busy at work since she controlled fashion giant Inditex, which owns Zara, Massimo Dutti, Oysho, and others. At least part of her success could be attributed to Zara's fast-fashion business model. She also had her own collections of clothes.
On the other hand, my father owned a large number of companies in Europe, he also had stakes in mining, media, banking, telecom, and recently, technology.
