My Second Lead

Evangeline Mayford

Beautiful. Blonde. Young. Rich.

Usually this 4 words screams 'The Perfect Main Character'. Usually with this 4 words, people will have their eyes on you, will worship you, will have men lining up and just living the best life with all attention on you.

But not for me.

I was born with the Second Lead curse. Wherever I go, I never get the spotlight. I'm always the villain.

V.I.L.L.A.I.N

I was living the Cinderella's Step Sister's life. Anastasia and Drizella. I think that's the perfect image to describe me.

People always think that I'm the mean girl. They always see me as a threat. I don't blame them at all but I blame my parents for it.

I was born with a silver spoon. I was born rich and never even struggle with money. My parents wanted me to be the perfect daughter.

They wanted me to excel at school, excel at piano, excel at multiple language and they want me to be the perfect heiress to their jewelry and fashion company. They sent me to fashion school and made me learn design so I can design my own jewelry once I take over the company.

That's not all..

They taught me to be selfish. They taught me how to get everything that I want without thinking about others. They even praise me for winning my art competition by me 'accidentally' push my classmate's vase.

I was raised to be competetitive and be number one in everything that I do.

And I did.. except when it comes to love.

When it comes to love, I never win. I was always the second lead or the villain in someone else's love story. Even though I excel academicly, people don't really pay attention to me. They already expected me to have that in my blood since I come from a rich family.

I'm lonely, I want attention.. but no ones giving me that. Even my parents, their busy working and just mingle with people not caring about their daughter needing their attention.

I blew the candles and looked at my favorite cheese cake in front of me. My parents sent it to me or should I say.. their secretary sent it to me because today is my 25th birthday. I always spent my birthday alone, in my room, since I have no friends and family to share my birthday with.

I grabbed a fork and started to dig my birthday cake. I looked at it without any emotion and I don't even bother to make a wish. My wish will never come true anyway and I know.. I'll die as an old virgin anyway.

My phone rang and it's my mom.

I picked up the call lazily and put it on loud speaker.

"Yes, mom?" I said as I ate a big bite of cheese cake.

"Logan will come to the garden party this evening, I'm expecting you to come, Eva." My mom said in a not so nice tone.