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Hera entered my room without knocking and gave me a smile.

excited, signaling for the employees to pass with dress covers. She ordered them to be lined up on a rack and it was hard to get away from my sister when she insisted on dressing me like

a doll for the parties that dad organized. despite liking.

about fashion and dressing well, Hera took everything to a level of troubling obsession.

— I went shopping and since my little sister didn't want to leave

home, I brought them to you. She smiled, clapping her hands. I placed a bookmark in my book and closed it, leaving it on the small table.

"Come on, cheer up!" It's a party!

"As happens at least once a month," I mocked and

I let myself be pushed in front of the mirror. Ivy rolled the

eyes at my tone and pushed my hair up, forcing a

hairstyle. — What would be special about this event? — A Megalos accompanied by his friend, who is a prince.

They are Papa's honored guests. “She barely held herself in place.

"And I heard Dad say that one of them is interested in doing

business, he thinks he might suggest a marriage. I will go

get married! Hera shouted excitedly.

Wow, wow. A contract marriage for daddy to stay

  even richer. I tried not to resent that being an heiress was

the only thing rich men saw in my sister and me. We were worth money, a position and status and probably

we would be joined to men who were worth as much or more. He would be

a merger.

— How about containing your excitement a little so as not to scare

  your possible candidates?

"I can handle a man, silly." "She grabbed one."

dressed and twirled. “All those etiquette classes and magazines

about how to talk to men will fnally come to use.

“So far, we've only used the how-to-evade tactics.

boring conversations and married men. - I continued in front of the  mirror and braided my hair. I rolled it all up and went

to the rack, discarding the models that looked more like the

her style than mine.

Hera was tall and pretty, a runway model type with curves.

in the right place, long blond hair and a smile to cause a smile.

devastation in the crowd. I was the opposite. Low, with more curves

accentuated to the point that her blouses never closed on mine

breasts, I worked out to maintain a suitable weight for my height.

My hair was black, long and curly at the ends. Is it over there

had beautiful blue eyes bright as the sea and mine were green

dark.

I looked like my mother, down to the same kind of nose and mouth

big, whereas my sister was like daddy's exuberant family.

Everyone said that of two daughters, one was born perfect and the other not.

It was hard to ignore, but she held it silent, swallowing and staying with her.

a lump in the throat. I didn't need everyone to think I was beautiful,but I didn't need to hear that I wasn't as pretty as everyone else

wanted.

When I looked in the mirror, I liked what I saw, but I didn't

could control what others thought about me and my

appearance. Maybe I was getting used to the idea that

it was different and I shouldn't care about that.

I chose a long white dress, low-cut enough to

show that it was a woman and not too exaggerated. when she used

something very covered, looked like a little lady, very revealing to me

made it sexy beyond comfortable.

“You must leave your hair up, up and wear your

Mom's red jewelry. They will look perfect on your neck. —

Hera grabbed me by the shoulders. "It looks like a little angel." when you have

a daughter, I want to look like you.

"To have another doll to play with?"

- Yes. He pinched my cheek. - My little princess. Was

the happiest day of my life when mom told me she was

pregnant, I was little, but I remember that I loved to run my hand

stomach.

"Was it the happiest day of your life?" I thought I loved being

only child!

“For three years? I barely remember, I just know that after

arrived, I had to share my dolls and Mom's lap. —

Ivy hugged me. “I miss her so much.

- I know. I stroked his arm. - I also feel.

“Why do we need to be without her? — the eyes of

my sister were flled with tears.

“Life isn't fair and we were selected to learn that.

early.

Ivy gave a little pout and decided she would go to her

bedroom. She took the other dresses and left me alone, so

I went back to my book, curled up on the bed and covered myself with a

quilt. My sister was twenty-three, we both studied at

England and returned home as soon as we graduated.

She thought about getting married and having children. Being quite honest, I

too, but I wish I could do something other than wait

a good husband knocking on my door. Have a life outside our

cycle of living in high society parties, living with the

same subjects and the same people and waiting for the

wedding.

Dad kept telling everyone he met that I was

his most dreamy daughter, the one he puffed out his chest to raise

good stories and dreaming of a life I would never have. ivy was

whom he displayed as if she were the most perfect jewel in the garden. I do not

called a lot. Although our mother fantasized that Dad was the

Prince Charming of his dreams, I knew he loved us forever

its peculiar way, however, no more than money and

Business.