Since the death of her father , she had not spoken to her stepmother . Now her stepmother suddenly calls her to her wedding registration. Will she go to be a guest or will she go and snatch the groom from her cunning stepmother ?
"Do l really have to go there and pretend like lam happy for her ?"
" I am tired of pretending like this every time we have to go in public, but no ! , she just has to invite me to register her marriage" She threw a pillow on the wall.
Mia groaned and tossed in her bed. Since her father's death, her stepmother had started to show her true colors. They indeed say love has no age, but did her father had to go and marry a girl her age, Who does that?. Mia rolled her eyes.
But still she had to go and see this Rich Tycoon 'in capital letters' as her stepmother had boasted in her once- in-a-year phone call.
She slowly walked out of the comfort of her bed and crawled into the bathroom.
After many hours of zoning out and sometimes falling asleep in the tub, she finally dragged herself to dress up.
One more problem again, she groaned. What to wear.
A sinister smile creeped onto her once gloomy face and her eyes glimmered with mischief. She went to the far end of her dressing room and fished the blackest dress she had .
A smile of satisfaction hung on her face as she completed her look with a golden lacy facemask.
She turned to the mirror and gave her 100-watt-mega-smile and whispered,
' Hello stepmother , it's been long '