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Chapter Ten:

You know you would think that being in the library locked with only law books or something like that would be the most worse thing in the world, but trust me I can top you.

I have been listening for three hours straight to my mother talk about herself, you'd think she'd stop there but, no, she had to drag me along in it.

Jace, my stepfather arrived soon after I did. Already being the belle of the ball, he caught the attention of everyone and everything in the room.

Seriously I think I saw a plant move.

He made a few stops with us here and there but mostly spent his time boasting about his trips and how he has traveled the world, and a lot more bullshit.

At least he didn't talk to me and I didn't talk to him.

My mother on the other hand made sure to drag me in each of her deafening conversations with rich people.

Some of them even claim to know me from birth.

Seriously it's literally the first time I'm seeing you, in my entire life and you already telling me how I used to run around playing with dollies.

"Dollies" I scoff under my breath.

"What was that sweetie?" My mother questions.

Ugh, she must have heard me.

Now I have to reply.

All the attention of the couple she was talking to shifts to me.

Now I feel kind of awkward.

"Nothing, I'm just fascinated by the beauty of this place, really" I lie cursing myself for even agreeing to come here with her.

Maybe the boarding isn't that-

Nope! I am not thinking about that.

"Yes it really is you know my interior designer Mathew Miserio helped me once build this huge hall for my husband's business launch, I think you may have seen it on the first page of Vogue and m-"

I tune myself out of the conversation not really interested in hearing my mother show-off.

I stand up excusing myself to go to the toilet.

Finally freedom.

I do a little victory dance in my head and look for the nearest waiter.

Mother graciously declined my request to get a drink when the waiters came around.

I find one and grab two drinks off the counter.

Don't judge.

After the number of hours I spent listening to her voice, I think I deserve a Novel price.

I mean I'll be the first woman to find the cure for people who sound so... Fake!

I gulp down the first drink and consider my options.

Option #1: I could run away from this blasted ball.

Nope if I do that then I'll definitely be in that boarding school.

Option#2: I could drink away my sorrows.

Nope, I can't do that either, I don't want to end up in a dark empty alley, naked.

Option#3: I could just steal the car and never come back.

Can't do that either, I don't have enough cash on me.